A story can be told pages, in years, in a breath, in a gesture, or even a single look. In this case, it takes two sentences.
June and I married for money. Ten years later all that was left was being married.
Before I met you, I always wanted to see the years beyond our lives, yet since you’ve come into view I know we must go forward, never ceasing, together.
One life is not enough, but I wonder if I’ll still be asking for another two thousand years in two thousand years from today.