At 65, I Remarried My First Love — But On Our Wedding Night, What I Found Broke My Heart (4 of 4)

That night, we didn’t make love. We just held each other. I kissed every scar I could reach. Not to erase them—but to let her know someone finally saw them.

She had spent her life surviving. Now, she was finally free.

Some people say it’s too late to start over at 65. But I disagree.

Because sometimes love comes back not to give you what you missed… but to help you heal from what you endured.

And that night, I didn’t lose anything. I gained the truth. And the woman I loved—scars and all.