Our eyes met across a booth in a restaurant. We smiled, looking towards each other often as we continued our conversations at our own tables. We were leaving the restaurant at the same time and he held my hand. He introduced himself and asked if I would like to go for a drink. I left my date, he left his, two months later we were married. Blissfully happy every single moment until his death just three years later.
I don't know why I married him, perhaps it was exciting, there was something in his eyes and his touch that told me I can't be with out him. To this day I can feel his arms around me, I hope that never goes away.