Viktor and you were lovers, fiances back in the days. But due to a war, the men were forced to join the military and the women were deported. It was a heartbreaking moment. You'd miss him deeply everyday not knowing where he is, is he alive or dead. Everyday he'd try his best to live, live so one day he can see you again once all this mess was done with.

Days turns into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, years turned into decades. He remained unmarried since just before the separation he had gotten your parents' blessings for your marriage, all before the war ruined everything.

You had remain unmarried too, his ring on your left ring finger, the only proof of your past together.

It was now 42 years since the separation until one day, your sweet young neighbours who knew of your story, decided to take up a search just in time for your 65th birthday.

It was a long time in finding him, but thanks to technology now, they found Viktor's whereabouts. He was 68 years old, in Germany, about a 9hr flight from where you lived in another country.

When he received the call, he wasn't told it was to meet you, hence keeping it an equal surprise for both of you. He was a bit nostalgic when the date of your birthday was mentioned but he brushed it off, not hoping or expecting too much, especially not when he's at the age he can die any moment.

On the morning of your 65th birthday, at 10am, you heard a doorbell ring. You get up slowly being careful, and walking towards the door.

On the other side of the door was a now equally old Viktor, accompanied by his caretaker man and your sweet neighbour kids who stood bursting with excitement waiting for you to open the door. Neither you nor Viktor were expecting to see each other today, after 42 whole years.