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

holding hands like 60 years had been a bad dream.

Then I did the thing I had crossed 1,200 miles to do.

I slowly lowered myself onto one knee.

“Evelyn,” I whispered, holding out the ring, “I lost 60 years. I don’t want to lose another day. Will you marry me?”

For a second, she only stared at me.

Then tears filled her eyes.

“I knew your eyes immediately,” continue reading …