An 80-year-old man reunites with his high school sweetheart and proposes marriage after 60 years of separation.

It wasn’t expensive, and it wasn’t my wife’s ring.

I had deeply loved my wife, and I will always be grateful for the life we ​​shared.

Before she died, she told me: “When I’m no longer here, please find love and happiness. You deserve all of that and much more.”

What I felt for Evelyn belonged to another chapter of my life, but it had never completely disappeared.

I hoped my wife would understand.

Upon our arrival at the retirement home, a woman named Carla greeted us.

“I came to see Evelyn,” I said. She glanced at me, then at Jake, as if she knew him.

Yet, she simply smiled.

She led us down a silent corridor to a veranda.

And there, near a window, with a blanket on her lap, sat Evelyn.

My hands began to tremble.

She looked older, of course.

Me too.

But as soon as she looked up, I knew it was really her.

“Arthur?” she murmured.

I could barely stand.

“Evelyn.”

His gaze traveled across my face.

“I heard you were married,” she said softly.

I agreed.

” Yes. “