"Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for languages, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end."
1 Corinthians 13:8
He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane. The past is something he could see but not touch, and everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered... To give him a chance to come closer. But he could not for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.