Work Header  handprint on my heart  Work Text:  His hair is
lighter, streaked with grey and hanging in his face without a
care, but it's him. You can feel it and you know it for sure
when the woman by his side leans in for a quick peck on the
cheek and you can read his name on her lips. That beautiful name
that you once whispered in the dark, on those precious nights
where all that existed in your world was him and you were all he
knew. You were home.  It was the time of your life.  You are too
far to see the hazel of his eyes clearly, but you know they are
the same. You can't recall all the times you stared into those
same eyes and found adoration staring back at you. You were
happy, you were both happy. Happy and in love, holding each
other so tightly that the rest of the world disappeared and you
were the only two that mattered. Before you went off to live out
your destiny and he stayed here to fulfill his.  You haven't
been that happy in a long time.  His wife is beautiful. You
expected no less, of course