There was a husband and a wife, crashed by the glorious temptation of infidelity. The husband found another woman to love. Though the wife made herself believe she was irreplaceable. He broke still the vow of their endless commitment. Years passed, the husband came in knocking for a return. There was never a remorseless blame from her. She welcomed him still. Yet unfaithfulness seemed to be his God given blessing, so to speak, he did it again. He left again for another woman, a different one this time, the wife has turned emotionally bitter because their children began asking questions. The husband fuddled her family. They did not hear from him anymore.
Somebody came knocking at the wife’s door. It has been twenty long years and she hardly recognized the man standing with a bare soul and glooming heart. He came knocking for his return. Reality bites but it’s inevitable that she will accept him. We all know the thing called love, what it can make between persons. The husband was dying. She still took care of him. Though everyone was against, they were very happy. There was this endless reality of happiness deep within the being of their souls. They both felt the gladness of their hearts they once knew the time their life became one. After the reconciliation, there was never a day they were not together. As he died, just a little breathes after, she died too.