Short story. Death. Love. Life. _____________ Last night she asked, "Will you still love me when I grow old, with wrinkles and gray hair?" Making a face of a child. I smiled at the most annoying best friend yet the most adoring woman; my wife, my Rosa. "Honey, you'll never grow old. You're evergreen." __________ Loren© YOU CAN PUT A BOOK REVIEW REQUEST IN MY BOOK "REQUEST REVIEW."