At 79, I Drove 1,000 Miles to See the Man I’d Never Stopped Loving – He Vanished the Next Morning, and I Refused to Lose Him Twice01

I hated that I noticed them.

He caught me looking and grinned wider.

That made it worse.

Our friend stayed around long enough to make introductions, then drifted toward another group.

Thomas and I were left standing there with no real reason to keep talking.

I thought meeting him would just be fun.

A few jokes. Maybe a drink. Maybe I would see him again.

Nothing serious.

Then we spent six hours talking.

Six hours.