We all have souls of different ages - F. Scott Fitzgerald

We shook hands and I started away. Just before I reached the hedge I remembered something and turned around. ‘They’re a rotten crowd,’ I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.’ I’ve always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.