On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.
She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.
I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time.
I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her.
For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this.
It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by.
Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
