99 knelt on the cold hard ground. She reached out and slowly traced the name carved into the stone. Though it had been a mere two years it still felt longer since she last heard his voice, felt his touch.

"Oh my Love, I miss you dearly." Slowly, just like every other time she came to Max's grave memories of their half a century together came flooding back. Every look, every touch, every milestone poured into her memory as if it were yesterday. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Oh Max," She whispered, "The nights were long." She kissed her fingertips and pressed them against Max's name "But the years were oh so short."