When I was young we had a family next door with several kids, only one of which was a boy my age. In time they moved away to a farm. Our parents kept in touch. More time passed and the family moved back to a town about 10 miles away from where I still lived. I went to visit my male former neighbour and this girl lived next door. We started dating and stayed together for about 3 years. At the end of last month we celebrated our 64th anniversary. A total of 67 years together if we count the time we dated. I guess some things were meant to be.
