What is love?

Previously

…Amy took a deep breath, the scent of old paper and tea filling her lungs. The calendar on the wall continued its quiet whisper, a gentle reminder of the approaching celebration. But in the stillness of her study, surrounded by the echoes of their shared history, Amy felt a surge of profound gratitude. She was ready. Ready to begin. Ready to weave the threads of memory, emotion, and enduring love into a tapestry of words, a poetic tribute to the man who had become her world. The pen touched the paper, a soft scratch, the beginning of a journey, the start of her song.