She looked at me intently as she described the last moments of her time on earth with her husband. She told me how she sat with him holding his hand in hers.
He was almost gone and he said slowly, “I always loved you.” She noted his use of past tense. Not long after that moment, he slipped away.
By now, she had faint tears in her eyes as she remembered the story. She looked off into the distance and said gently, “we were just two naked souls dancing in the moonlight”. And she smiled as she softly whispered those words…
The Teller of Tales 