Once again I walk into Romeo's room at the nursing home, pull a chair to his bedside. I catch his gaze, smile, hesitate to ask the question but forge ahead with it anyway."Do you know who I am?"
"You are Juliet, my wife."
Yes, yes, yes!!!
Romeo continues. "I know you are my wife, but I have no memories of us being together."
"It's okay, Romeo." I smile, my heart filled with love for him. "Is it okay if I hold your hand?"
He reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. He lets me kiss him. This is beautiful, and it is enough for now.
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