“ I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It's somebody else's turn now. ”
For better or for worse, but not for lunch,...
~ Abigail Thomas
It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.
After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.
Once upon a time, when I was young, his forgetting might have rendered my memory meaningless. I no longer require so much from life.