Every morning, Harold brewed tea just the way Margaret liked—two sugars, no milk. Their hands, both wrinkled and trembling, met across the table as sunlight spilled through lace curtains. They had been married sixty-three years, yet Harold still told her she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
They spent their afternoons in the garden, where the roses bloomed in pairs—one for each year together. Margaret hummed softly as Harold pruned, the melody an old love song they’d danced to when they were young.
Sometimes, they forgot small things—where they’d left the keys, or what day it was—but never each other. When the evening came, Harold read aloud from the same book he’d read her since their first night as newlyweds.
As the stars appeared, she leaned on his shoulder and whispered, “I’d marry you all over again.” Harold smiled. “You already do, every day.”
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