There were small signs, indicators...but he tried to turn them, reverse them.
She mentioned in comments, little lines about little lines...laugh lines, little parts of her she was worried about...a change that was enveloping her.
He reminded her to go out at night and watch a star...find a planet...look at a shiny, gorgeous sight and realize it was thousands of years old.
She always countered "if I was that far away I'd be beautiful too."
And he always said "the closer you are the finer you are." And he meant it.
But it was hard to convince her.
But he also knew he would never stop trying.
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