As I sit by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee, I tell this story softly.
They laughed and talked nonsense together about how the vigorous, green and rough love at the age of sixteen was long gone, and how the tenderness that they spent so much effort on at that time was nothing but a farce.
I curled up my hair and left the most profound passion in my life at that age.
Left to you.