Peter always said, that he is only half of one. I was the other half! So, what am I now? A lonely widow!
Actually, living on my own is not all bad. Some doctors, that I saw recently, told me, I could live to be 100.
Is it possible to love life that much, that one would wish to live for that long? After all, it is very unlikely, that a one hundred year old would still have any kind of partner: Just memories, memories . . . .