Images of weddings would flash through his mind, and at the most inopportune times. He would be holding his children. Dying after nearly a century of life, knowing his life had been happy and blessed.
All of these things had another with him. A bride he would kiss, sealing an eternal bond. A mother of his children that was even more lovely than ever. A companion who'd love him til death as they'd promised.
But right now she was just sitting across from him at the table. She couldn't know how he felt; they were just friends. She would soon.