…and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away.
Maybe we've grown out of each other.
Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.' 'It's the most we can hope for.
Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it
I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that it happens in a rush, like snow falling off a roof.