Prolouge

" I Loved my husband."

"Loved?"

" I Love, Love my husband."

"Why the past tense ma'am is there something you feel guilty about?"

" No of course not. I'm a innocent bystander."

I let the tears come in a flow and pull a tissue from the box on the table. I raise the tissue to my face and let a small smile come through my face when I see the young man in front of me wince and turn his head. I let a few sniffles come out and look back up at the young man accross from me. Letting tears well up in my eyes. I look him in the eyes and say with all the conviction that I can come up with.

" I love my husband and I always will. He was is and always will be the one for me. No matter how long he has been dead."