As Christine and I were saying goodnight to one another last night, she with her head resting on her pillow and me reclining on mine, with one hand she stroked the side of my face, silly little beard. As she moved her hand against me I could see in her eyes a look of pathos, a sadness at the different me she saw from when we knew each other as younger adults and new lovers. Her expression was so clear to me that I said, “I’m sorry.” Looking into her eyes, still so stunningly dark and alluring I said, “I tried not to change.” And then her understanding eyes began to tear up as she replied, “Me too.” “I know” I offered, “we tried for so long not to let it happen to us.” Both so happy with one another. Both complete with memories made together, both nostalgic and yet realistic, I said, “We’ll go the rest of the way together.” At which time, we both wiped some tears and then Christine said, “Oh stop it, you can talk like that when we are eighty.”
Lovely. It really does just happen.
ReplyDeleteLovely. It really does just happen doesn't it.
ReplyDeleteGrow old along with me - the best is yet to be.
ReplyDeleteI just made that beautiful line up - after I read your memoir...or, at least, I think I did. I can't really remember if it was me or someone else.
You two are just the best!
Love you - Di & Murr