👵 Her body trembled with age, breaths shallow and uneven, yet her eyes glimmered with the same spark that had captured his heart decades ago. When he reached to call the doctor, she shook her head gently, whispering, “Don’t… I just want to fall asleep holding your hand.”

🤲 So he stayed. Fingers intertwined, he spoke softly—recounting their first kiss under a summer sky, the laughter that echoed through quiet mornings, and the countless ordinary moments that had felt extraordinary simply because they shared them together. Each word was a thread, weaving comfort, memory, and love around them in their final hours.

🌹 With a faint, peaceful smile, she whispered, “I love you forever.” Tears pricked his eyes as he kissed her forehead, whispering back the same vow. Her hand remained in his as she drifted gently into eternity, leaving behind a silence filled not with absence, but with enduring devotion.

✨ In that quiet, he understood with aching clarity: love doesn’t fade—it carries on, long after we are gone, in every heartbeat, memory, and silent promise.