Monk sat on his bed and lightly ran his finger over Trudy's picture.
"What's wrong, Adrian?" the familiar voice asked.
Monk looked up in shock. "Trudy... What are you doing here?"
"I'm here because you needed me." Trudy said.
"I always need you." Monk replied.
"And I'm always with you, Darling. I'll never leave you." Trudy said.
Monk sighed. "I'm sorry, Trudy."
"What are you sorry for?" Trudy asked, caressing her husband's cheek.
"I-I'm sorry I kissed Natalie." Monk said.
"But you didn't kiss Natalie." Trudy said. "Natalie kissed you."
But I can't feel your lips on mine anymore." Monk sighed. "That feeling is lost forever."
Trudy smiled. She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. It was the sweetest, most gentle kiss they had ever shared. "There." she said, smiling at him. "Now do you remember?"
"I love you, Trudy." Monk said.
"And I love you, Darling. Always." Trudy said as she took his hand. Gently, she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. "You'll always be my hero."
Adrian opened his eyes and stared at Trudy's picture. Smiling, he touched his fingers to his lips.
The feeling had returned.