AT 78, I SOLD EVERYTHING I HAD AND BOUGHT ONE WAY TICKET TO SEE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE – IN THE PLANE, MY DREAM WAS CRUSHED

AT 78, I SOLD EVERYTHING I HAD AND BOUGHT ONE WAY TICKET TO SEE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE – IN THE PLANE, MY DREAM WAS CRUSHED

Elizabeth was the love of my life. 40 years ago, I lost her. My fault – my stupid, biggest mistake. I spent every single day after that alone, never forgiving myself for letting her go.

Then, out of nowhere—she wrote to me.

I almost missed it, buried under junk mail and bills. But there it was. “I’ve been thinking of you.” God, if only she knew. I never stopped thinking about her. Not for a second.

One short letter turned into dozens. Every letter brought me back to life. God, she made me feel alive again! And then… she sent me her address.

That was it.

At 78 years old, I sold everything I had. I bought a one-way ticket to be with her. On the plane, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t stop crying. Then, suddenly—pain. A burning tightness in my chest. I gasped, but no air came. Voices blurred. Hands grabbed at me. Flight attendants, doctors, strangers—I could barely hear them. The world started fading.

No. Not now.

Not when I’m finally this close to her.

The last thing I remembered was the feeling of weightlessness, like I was being pulled away from my own body. And then… nothing.

When I woke up, everything was white. Blinding lights. A steady beeping. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I wasn’t on the plane anymore.

A nurse leaned over me, her voice soft. “Sir, you had a heart attack mid-flight. We had to make an emergency landing.”

I blinked, my mind sluggish. Then panic struck. Elizabeth.

“My flight,” I croaked. “I need to go. She’s waiting for me!

The nurse’s face fell. She hesitated, then handed me a phone. “You have a voicemail,” she said gently.

With trembling fingers, I played the message.

It was her.

“James, I’ve been counting the days. My heart feels young again, knowing you’re coming. If you’re hearing this, you must be on your way. Please, hurry. I don’t have much time left.”

I gripped the phone as tears welled in my eyes. Not much time left? No. No, no, no.

I ripped out the IV, ignoring the protests around me. I had to get to her. I wasn’t losing her again. Not like this.

I didn’t care if I had to crawl to her doorstep.

I just had to see her. One last time.

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