The Sense of an Ending
Her hair is no longer halfway down her back or pulled up in a French pleat; nowadays it is cut close to her skull and the grey is allowed to show. Those peasanty frocks she used to wear have given way to cardigans ande well-cut trousers. Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots. But it's still the eyes we look at, isn't it? That's where we found the other person, and find them still. The same eyes thate were in the same head when we first met, slept together, married, honeymooned, joint-martgaged, shopped, cooked and holidayed, loved one another and had a child together. And were the same when we separated.
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