My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out

Ordinary time.

The kind Margaret and I had for decades.

The kind Claire and Thomas had.

The kind Claire and I were lucky enough to have now.

I became grateful for ordinary time more than dramatic love.

Dramatic love gave Margaret permission in her own mind to interfere.

She loved me so much that she convinced herself her desire mattered more than our choice.

That is not romantic.