The Secret Behind Harold’s Proposal
Many years after losing my husband, I believed that the romantic part of my life was completely over.
Then Harold came into my life.
We had known each other since high school.
He still remembered the yellow dress I wore on graduation day and the little note I once slipped inside his chemistry book.
At first, he was incredibly kind.
His manners were almost old-fashioned.
He carried my groceries, warmed up my car on cold mornings, and gently kissed my forehead whenever I talked about my late husband.
