AT 76, I TOOK A BUS TO SEE MY FIRST LOVE AFTER 50 YEARS – BUT FATE INTERRUPTED BEFORE I COULD REACH HER

Margaret was my first love. The only woman I ever truly believed I was meant to spend my life growing old beside.

But fifty years ago, I was the one who let her walk away.

I never stopped loving her. That would have been the easier pain to carry.

I allowed her to leave because I was young, stubborn, and foolish in the way men can sometimes be.

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