[ WP ] One person , an immortal , reveals to their current lover of their eternal life . Write from the mortal lover 's perspective .

I looked at her differently then. A sort of head tilt to the side as you watch a spoon bend or twist before your eyes. It made too much sense. After the accident last year, I thought she was gifted back to me. In our four years together, I had never seen her ill. Never seen her on the rag. This woman was beautiful, she won a genetic lottery, it was just... luck. 
 
 *'' You must think me selfish. `` * She whispered softly, looking down at her hands as she struggled for words. I looked down at the box, a modest 1.04 karat glistening among 6 smaller ones in a band as the candle's wax continued to run down its crimson body in the center of the table. *'' I just... I needed you to...'' * 
 
 My eyes shifted to my plate. My breath came to me slow and shallow. My mouth was dry. Licking my lips did n't help. *'' Why do you even bother? What have we been... but why...'' * The gears in my head never stopped turning, but I was certain the unconscious part of me -- the source of this inner monologue -- could smell smoke in my thought box. 
 
 *'' Every time... I search for you. You do n't know how long I...'' * She cracked, *'' Every time...'' * she mumbled behind her hands as gentle sobbing took her while stupefying me. 
 
 I looked up at her as my mouth slowly fell open. Another one of those spoon bending moments. What the fuck does that even mean? Too clever for my own good, and too spiritual to be naive... no wonder I feel the way I do with her, *'' We've had this conversation before? `` * 
 
 The veil of her hands slowly fell, and beneath the wet tracks from her eyes and the flush of her nose was the smile that said everything. 
 
 *'' Well? What are you waiting for? Marry me, then. `` * 
 
 I hope that squeal of joy never gets old... 
 
 I'm going to get old... 
 
 
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 Till this day, I've still been unable to wrap my head around everything. It's been 26 years now, and our life has been wonderful. I look at her every day trying signs of her aging. I do n't even know why I bother, I barely notice it in myself and yet I am not as strong as I used to be. I've had surgery to remove cataracts... something she supported me through tremendously, despite being entirely unable to relate. We move every now and then so that no one tends to notice. 
 
 I've had a lot of time to be alone with my thoughts since that dinner in her apartment. 
 
 I will never know how she reconciles watching me get old. 
 
 The idea of her finding me in the next life... it makes my head spin. 
 
 But I do realize how lucky I am and that true love is a real thing.
