An 80-year-old man reunited with his high school sweetheart—and after 60 years apart, he finally asked her to marry him.

a blanket over her knees, sat Evelyn.

My hands started shaking.

She looked older, of course.

So did I.

But the moment she lifted her eyes, I knew it was still her.

“Arthur?” she breathed.

I could barely stand.

“Evelyn.”

Her eyes searched my face.

“I heard you married,” she said softly.

I nodded.

“I did.”

“Was she good to you?”

A sad smile crossed my face.

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