My first and only love is my husband John...I can't say if I'm lucky or cursed...he is the only man that I've ever felt a connection. We met at a party when I was 19. We were with other dates but noticed each other right away. He watched me as I did him for the rest of the evening. It was as if somehow we knew each other from another place and time. We started dating each other not long after. I knew nothing about him accept that I felt an intense desire to be with him. I was French country and he was fine Italian wine.... . Love him I did......and still do.... The joy that followed was unbelievable. We married soon after. His dad felt I might not be right for him......his mom worried about how we would live.. My parents said nothing. We were from different social classes. He was cultured and I was from a poor working family with eighth grade educations. Our only possession was the passion that we shared for each other. Bruised from life's challenges we traveled on together. Sometimes we did it joined and sometimes alone. Today we remain together after 37 years. What we share today is a fierce loyalty. I would defend him to my death and I shall look after him even after death. A love of a different sort, an understanding that only grows with time, earned over the years by days filled with sorrow or joy. My only desire is to be given more days together as we enter another chapter of life.