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A wonderful story about true soul mates: In the summer of 1956, two children stood hand in hand in a quiet park in Georgia. James and Evelyn had no idea what life had in store for them, but they knew one thing — they were each other’s favorite person. From the age of six, they were inseparable. Whether it was racing through fields, sharing secrets under the magnolia tree, or sneaking into the town library to read side by side, their bond was unshakable. Their families used to joke that they were born already knowing each other — as if their souls had been friends long before they met. When segregation still lingered and the world outside often felt heavy, they found peace in each other’s laughter. They made a silent promise, one summer evening, pinky fingers curled together: “Let’s grow old together.” In 1984, James returned from service, dressed in full uniform, with medals on his chest but nervous eyes. He had carried her picture through every deployment, worn down from years of folding and unfolding, but her smile never faded. That day, under the very tree they once played beneath, he asked Evelyn to marry him. She wore her mother’s lace gown and whispered, “I knew you’d come home.” That wedding photo captured more than a moment — it captured decades of devotion. Over the years, they built a life filled with love and laughter. They raised three children, danced barefoot in the kitchen on Sundays, and held each other through every storm — the loss of parents, the aches of aging, the quiet battles no one else saw. But they never let go of the joy they found in simply being together. Now in 2025, they sit on their cozy couch, hands still intertwined like that summer day in 1956. Their smiles are deeper, shaped by a lifetime of shared memories — the kind of smiles that only come from having truly lived and loved. They still call each other “sweetheart,” still hold hands during movies, and still take slow walks in the park where it all began. Their story is a gentle reminder that real love isn’t loud or flashy. It’s steady. It’s quiet. It’s showing up, day after day, for nearly 70 years — through childhood, war, marriage, and beyond. And as James often says when he looks at Evelyn, “I’ve loved you every day since before I even knew what love was.” Some love stories are written in ink. Theirs was written in time. Credits goes to the respective Owner [𝘋𝘔 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭]