“Here it is, the spot where you proposed,” Elsa smiled up at her husband, as they walked along the cobbled pathway.
“I thought you’d chicken out at the last second,” she continued laughing. “I could see how nervous you were, but down you went on bended knee, ring in hand!”
“Oh, that’s where I used to see you jogging while I sketched, hoping you’d stop by and admire my work…and you did, but after making me wait a good one month!” Elsa poked John playfully in the stomach.
“Oh, I’m sure you remember that first-aid hut by the rocks? Where you carried me all the way when I twisted my ankle? I insisted I’d limp to it, but nope!”
“You always did take such good care of me,” Elsa rested her greying head on John’s shoulder.
“Ye-s,” John looked down at his wife with blank eyes. “I’m sorry, who did you say you were?”
“Never mind, dear,” she patted him gently. “We’ll come back again tomorrow, it’s time for your medication now.”