Their love is not perfect but 25 years ago, he said to her, “We’re flawed but I will seize every minute to be with you.”

Today, they are still working things out. Sometimes he sleeps on the couch and there are days when she doesn’t utter a word. Then there are flowers hidden in the bathroom sink, in open sight and the iciness disappears. She has fallen again, she wouldn’t say but he knows it. His space colliding with hers, the years shortened but he still has her mapped in his heart. With time, the relationship is no longer transient but remains encased in glass.

“There is enough love,” he said to her that night. And love has sustained them since.

- For my parents.