"I'll be with you until our hairs are as white as snow."
That was what he said when he took my hand.
His smile in the warmth of dawn and the fastness of his grip when dusk descended.
For fifty springs and fifty winters we stayed together.
No matter how far we traveled, how long we've been together, and no matter what awaited us at the end of our paths.
------I only hope that we finish this path together.