佚名/Anonymous
Mostpeopleneedtohearthosethreelittlewords“Iloveyou”Onceinawhile,theyhearthemjustintime.
ImetConniethedayshewasadmittedtothehospiceward,,Bill,,,thenaskedifsheneededanything.
“Oh,yes,”shesaid,“wouldyoupleaseshowmehowtousetheTV?IenjoythesoapssomuchandIdon’twanttogetbehindonwhat’shappening.”,,sheconfidedhowfrustratingitwastobemarried32yearstoamanwhooftencalledher“asillywoman”。
“Oh,IknowBilllovesme,”shesaid,“buthehasneverbeenonetosayhelovesme,orsendcardstome.”Shesighedandlookedoutthewindowatthetreesinthecourtyard.“I’dgiveanythingifhe’dsay‘Iloveyou’，butitsjustnotinhisnature.”
,,whenshebegansleepingmore,,whenshenolongerwatchedtelevisionandhadfewerwakingmoments,IbeganspendingmoreofmyvolunteertimewithBill.
,buttheydbeenenjoyingretirementbytraveling,.
Oneday,overcoffeeinthecafeteria,Igothimonthesubjectofwomenandhowweneedromanceinourlives;howwelovetogetsentimentalcardsandloveletters.
“DoyoutellConnieyouloveher?”Iasked（knowinghisanswer），andhelookedatmeasifIwascrazy.
“Idonthaveto,”hesaid.“SheknowsIdo!”
“Imsuresheknows,”Isaid,reachingoverandtouchinghishandsrough,carpentershandsthatweregrippingthecupasifitweretheonlythinghehadtohangonto.“Butsheneedstohearit,.”
WewalkedbacktoConnie’,,’shandassheslept.ThedatewasFebruary12.
,leaningupagainstthewallinthehallway,staringatthefloor.IalreadyknewfromtheheadnursethatConniehaddiedat11a.m……
WhenBillsawme,,heleanedbackagainstthewallandtookadeepbreath.
