The old man told you a story. After the story finished, you still don’t know who she really loved. Maybe she didn’t care who he had been. She just fell in love with the meetings.
"From this day to the ending of the world, we in it shall be remembered. We lucky few, we band of brothers. For he who today sheds his blood with me shall be my brother." -- 人类文明前进道路上的灯塔