As he turned the pages with his frail arms to show her their wedding picture, he remembered the times when he had a stronger grip. He remembered how he had not let go of their final handshake when he left to US and instead, had pulled her close and whispered 'I love you' in her ears. He had ended up with a very wet shirt and a very happy heart as she always cried when she was happy. He looked up to see the same beautiful eyes, gaze back at him with a question. He brought the diary with him during his daily visit with a hope that his love will somehow win over her Alzheimer's.
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