In her mind, she would think of him, and her heart yearned for the touch of his hand, the timbre of his voice, the warmth in his smile – and even the concern in his occasional frown.
Sometimes, she would see him pass by quickly on a latest errand, or catch a glimpse of him across the street with his girlfriend.
She was trying to understand herself by understanding him. She felt unmistakenly connected – as if somehow they were kin.
Societal ageism and time’s maturing of her skin tried to pressure her into sequestering her remaining years. But, she was still young inside and struggling to find a way toward recovery.
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