“From a distance, I can see his mouth moving, as if he’s talking, but I can’t quite hear him from where I sit. His arm is draped along the bench, though, and I just know he’s wrapping his arm around Joan, talking to her as the sun begins to set. And I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more romantic in my life. Because even though Joan is gone, she’s still in his heart, and the man continues to love her, ache for her, include her in his life. That’s the kind of love movies are written about.”
