If he had fallen in love with me 30 years ago, he would have married me right away. The thing is, I would have been 8 years old then. Kinda young to get married, I told him. He said it didn't matter, since it's not going to happen after all. Because I'm no longer on his favorite-person-to-marry-list. As soon as I walk out the door, he forgets about me. To remember his crush the very next day when I come back to visit him.
I'm not the first woman he falls in love with. He asked to see pictures of my daughters, so I showed him. As soon as he saw a picture of my oldest daughter, he said: I know her! I remember falling in love with her when I was a teen!! He was so excited about that picture. If only he weren't 92 and my daughter 15..