A week after Flora's wedding I went to visit my village. Some new houses had been built. My house was burnt.

Suddenly, I saw something that took my breath away. Jasper was sitting on the stairs where I'd seen him the first time. He was playing his guitar.

Everything was like that day. He was singing the same song. The only difference was that our bodies were old. I was 59 and he was 62.

Everything else looked like before. Jasper looked at me. His singing stopped.He was thunder-struck.

Then,he walked towards me. He stopped in front of me and kneeled on the ground. I was speechless.

"I'm sorry for leaving you then. Maria tricked me. She did not share any of her wealth with me. Then, we had a fight and she divorced me. Since then, I play my guitar on the roads and beg for money. I couldn't come back cause I was ashamed to face you," he said all in one breath while I stared.

"...."

"Irina, I really love you. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but still, will you forgive me? Will you love me again?"he asked.

"I can't love you again," I muttered.

"Why? Is it cuz I hurt you so much?" he asked and I saw a sadness in his eyes.

"Because I never stopped loving you. I love you still now," I said.

"So please love me?" He said.

"That look and those words won't work. It's been 45 years you know. You should say something more modern," I said and winked.

I laughed. So did Jasper.

" Baby, just say yes," he said.

"You sound very modern," I said and laughed more.

" And you look very beautiful," he said looking at me like I was the moon in his night sky.

"Thank you" I replied blushing crimson.

"Is that a yes?" he asked and I could hear the hope in his voice.

"Yes," I said and let out a long breath I didn't realize I had been holding since he left.

Jasper hugged me. I felt so warm. Then, I brought him with me back home. I called Flora and told her to come immediately.

Flora was angry with Jasper.But for my sake she, forgave him and called him dad. He looked so happy. Since then, we are living together again. And this time, I won't let him go. As I'm writing this, sitting on my bed, Jasper is laying on the bed, his head in my lap. As I write he is asking me questions.

" What are you writing Irina?" he asks looking very curious.

"I won't tell you now. You'll get to know one day," I say and smile.

I really love Jasper a lot and I'll keep loving him till the end of my life.I hope he will read this one day after it's published.