I worked as an ambulance doctor for some time. Working in an ambulance is something else. People may call an ambulance once or twice in a lifetime but when you work with it, it's always something extraordinary going on. Always an emergency, always an adrenaline. Even we don't have an active case and just drinking tea in the station, some part of me was always a bit scared of what might happen next. Of course when we arrive at the case there's no emotion left. I only did my work and i tried to do my best to everyone. One time we were drinking tea again try to stay awake at 4 a.m. Then we had a call. It was a suicide by hanging. Our team, fully awaken at once throw everything and ran to the ambulance and stormed to the address. The police was coming with us also. He was still in rope when we arrived and we were too late. We could tell the minute we saw him. He was in his eighties and he had an old wife in the house who opened the door for us. She was like "Why won't you take it away already?" She didn't seem upset but irritated like there was dirt in the kitchen. After we finished examining him and made sure that it was really too late to save him and that there were nothing we can do , her reaction took our interest. While we were writing our report about him, the policemen came with us started asking questions to the wife. "Was he depressed lately?" and the wife answered " Yes , well he had this fling."Fling? We started to listening the conversation." He had a foreign mistress. This fool didn't tell her that he was married. I confronted her and the honorable women she was, after learning about me she broke up with him and disappeared. He was depressed ever since. And today i slept around 9pm. I just woke up to drink water and when i came to kitchen i found this" We were all shocked. I was shocked yes but i was a young ambulance worker who was very new with this kind of situation but the policemen who were very experienced, were also in shock. A love story in eighties? And i could tell she was telling the truth. First of all that old lady couldn't even climb the stairs, let alone carry and hang his husband. It was just impossible. The man must have climbed the stairs himself and hang himself. And you could the see the hurt and the hatred for the husband for cheating her. She hated him so much she just wanted us to take the men and leave. Here i was in my late 20s, all alone ,having no man in my life. Even kind of thinking about maybe i'm too old to find love again that i missed my chance after college.. This man here, in his eighties, even he was married, he must have fell in love. When his lover left him, he couldn't take the pain anymore and ended his life. He waited for his wife to go to bed and then he just went to kitchen and ended everything. I'm not defending his cheating of course he was wrong in this story in everything. All wrong. Him ending his life, him cheating his wife..But it was love that made him do these things. To love someone so strongly, that one couldn't live without it and at that age.. The age usually everyone fears about death, he chose it. The broken heart must still hurt so much when in love no matter the age. Sometimes i can't help but wonder what it would be like to love that much?