My uncle is the main character in a real life tragic love story of Shakespearean proportions. He moved away from the love of his life because he believed she was happy with the man she was with. 20 years later he found out through her sister that she had spent those years being abused by her spouse. After not seeing her for all that time he drove 7 hours to her house to declare his love for her. She said he had always been the one she loved but she was nursing her spouse back to health from cancer and could not leave him until she was sure he was in remission. So they both bided their time. After a year my Uncle drove up to her house and they stole away while the abusive husband was out. She was very scared but my uncle promised he would protect her. They secluded themselves and lived happily though in fear that he would find them. Time went on and they forgot their fear and before they knew it, it had been half a year. Then one day when walking along the beach she collapsed. They thought it might be heat but doctors found that nestled inside her brain were numerous tumours. Treatable but not curable they told her. My uncle stayed with her every day. They hoped to marry but as she became progressively more sick it became obvious that this was no longer an option. Eventually, after a painful half a year after the diagnosis, she died with him by her side. My uncle used to be a jolly man. It's been years since she died but he still does not smile so that it reaches his eyes. I doubt he ever will again.