Thirty-eight years. And still, when their eyes meet, it feels like first love, new and beautiful. The draw is undeniable. Their need to touch, kiss, and hold is more powerful than ever before. Aaron and Kelly have lived good lives—the kind every couple wishes for from the day they slid rings on another's finger.

The countless miles and alternate vows have blocked their paths to becoming one. But as always, their never-ending need for one another builds until the wrong becomes right, and the once endless miles dwindle until the two become one. The magic has never died, they live and breathe every moment allowed and take every second they can steal to store away for the oncoming battle of aging.

In their battle for love, they comb through decades of diaries and relish the memories of words young hands wrote. They love and touch as they always have, all the while knowing that this night will end with another last day. Thirty-eight years all lead to this. Fifteen Hours in 213.