Kyle Pettit

A Good Kind of Greed

Kyle Pettit
A Good Kind of Greed

 

He had everything. money, power, and the girl of his dreams.
If she wanted a new car, it would be in their driveway that day.
If she wanted a weekend in Paris, they would be on the first flight out.
If she needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there.
Or a joke to make her laugh, he had one ready.
Whatever she wanted, she got. He knew money couldn't buy love, but he wanted to do whatever he could to express how much he loved her.

A bottle of champagne and roses covered the table. It was their 50th anniversary.
They laughed as they remembered stories of the past 50 years.
“You look more beautiful today than you ever have.” He said.
She smiled. She knew this wasn't true. Her wrinkles were more prevalent than ever. And the oxygen tube the hung under her nose wasn't an accessory she would have ever chosen.
But she smiled and looked into his eyes.

“Make a wish, I’ll fulfill it for you, honey. Anything you want.”

She paused for a second, and said: “I only have one, but you can't fulfill it.”

He was shocked for a second, and asked, “Why is that? I have all the money in the world, I can buy you anything.”

She smiled and replied “I wish I had met you earlier.” she added, “Call me greedy, but you made my life heaven. 50 years hasn't been enough, I wish I could be with you forever.”

He smiled as a tear welled in his eyes, “You’re right, I cannot give you that. But I can promise that we'll be together forever.”

He reached across the table and held her hand. Her hand was not as pretty as it had been. It was wrinkled and blotchy.
Still, when he held it in his own wrinkled hand it felt the same as always.

 

They knew they were dying, but they knew that forever still remained.