Love conquers all.
I don’t know why, but I’ve always been big on happy endings. You see, to me, the most romantic, beautiful love stories ever were the ones where two people meet, fall in love, and then 50 or 60 years later, one of them dies. Then a few days after that the other one dies because they just can’t bear to live without each other. Because people who belong together, stay together despite major setbacks and disagreements. They may deal in fault and blame temporarily, but ultimately they work things out. Love conquers all, in sickness and in health.
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