He still asks me why I waited for him that first date when he was twenty minutes late. I sat in the lobby of the all-female dorm, sure he would show. At eighteen, I’d never been stood up in my life. Finally I saw him dash out of a new, blue VW Bug, and rush through the glass doors to greet me with profuse apologies.
Why did I wait? Because the first time I looked into his bright blue eyes, I fell in; I knew in my bones this was real and for keeps. Forty-six years later he is still my soulmate, my darlin‘ companion.