And they say all we think about is sex

At work yesterday I saw one of the most romantic things I've ever witnessed or heard of. While a patient of ours was doing her therapy, her husband, who is slowly losing his memories one by one, found it imperative to tell me exactly how he first met his wife. He glowed while he recounted how they met, even with periodic pauses as he searched frantically for words that slip constantly from his mind. It was as though no other memory of his was as cherished and he would gladly forget everything else if it guaranteed the survival of their first encounter.

As she finished her therapy session he nearly ran up to her trying to plant a kiss on her lips. It was humbling to me to see the level of intimacy they obviously shared. He needed her and he had no shame in admitting it, I understood his feeling to be shared by her. Also, I can't stop thinking about how he kept on repeating "She's a hell of a woman isn't she?" As though he was so proud of his girl because she was unique in all the world. I like that. I certainly hope to find a "hell of a woman" someday.