“I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to let someone into my life again,” he admitted. “I thought I could simply step back into companionship.”
Rekha nodded, her voice just above a whisper.
They both agreed to sleep in separate rooms for a while, giving each other understanding rather than expectations. Later that day, I found them sitting on the balcony, making tea together, quietly talking about the garden, the weather, and the children who played on the street below. There were no tears, just gentle questions and hesitant, hopeful smiles.
The Real Meaning of a Late-Life Marriage
