Love, Red

How many years I'd loved him: over 30

How old he was when we met: barely 23

How many miles I'd flown to see him: almost 5000

Depths of my true love: limitless

Finding each other again: priceless

Is this the end of the road or just the beginning?

Our story began in New Orleans in the early 80’s. Rune was a blond-haired, blue-eyed Norwegian in his early 20’s with the face and smile like no other I had ever seen. He had the chiseled features of a Nordic god and a body that was lean, but not so perfect that he seemed unattainable. Yet there was something mysterious about him – just like his name.