How dare she show herself to be everything he was so annoyed with her for not being? - Margaret Atwood

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh. We yearned for the future How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

Romantic people are not supposed to laugh, I know that much from looking at the pictures.

As it says in the Bible, For now we through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.
If it is face to face, there must be two looking.