Slim darling, you came along and into my arms and into my heart and all the real true love I have is yours – and now I’m afraid you won’t understand and that you’ll become impatient and that I’ll lose you – but even if that happened, I wouldn’t stop loving you for you are my last love and all the rest of my life I shall love you and watch you and be ready to help you should you ever need help.
All the nice things I do each day would be so much sweeter and so much gayer if you were with me. I find myself saying a hundred times a day, ‘If Slim could only see that’ or ‘I wish Slim could hear this.’ I want to make a new life with you – I want all the friends I’ve lost to meet you and know you and love you as I do – and live again with you, for the past years have been terribly tough, damn near drove me crazy. You’ll soon be here, Baby, and when you come you’ll bring everything that’s important to me in this world with you.
— Humphrey Bogart’s letter to Lauren Bacall
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still my own.”
— Shel Silverstein, The Missing Piece
A few years ago, when I was 18, my family and I went to the Lake District for just over a week. We rented out a beautiful chalet right on the water of Lake Windermere, and we just spent it without phones, computers, internet, etc. We walked around the fells and hiked up paths, did some mountain biking and rowing, and took leisurely cruises around some of the lakes. It was a lovely little holiday.
On one of the cruises, we met this couple. They were about 85 years old, and were taking what they called a second honeymoon. They were with us for most of the day, and I just fell in love with them. They were still so in love, so happy and so cute together, after more than forty or fifty years together. And when I say cute, I mean cute- they leaned their heads against each other, whispered in each other’s ears, teased each other, and generally just acted like a couple in young love. The wife teased her husband about his “reckless flirting” with me and said he’d “always been good with the ladies”. He’d recently had a minor stroke so I helped him on and off the boats and up slopes and stuff, and he always winked back at his wife as he took my arm.
It made me so happy to see them, and to see that people can be happy together after that long.