It has been three years since I was widowed, leaving me feeling alone in this world. Yet, the warmth of my young and beautiful neighbor had rekindled a spark within me.

This week, marked the fourth time I had asked for her help over minor tasks, simply to have her presence close to me.

"Hey, bunny," I called out to her. "Could you lend me a hand with the lightbulb on my porch? It seems to have gone out," I asked, fully aware that the lightbulb was still functioning perfectly.