I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...
Staring over him in the dim light of a side lamp, my tired eyes traced along the path of faint, yet emerging, lines etched around his equally-tired eyes. They'd become a permanent reminder of his ever-smiling face, and I wishedβeven after all of these years together-that I could absorb some of his contentment.