Another Day, Another Decade Older
Estimated reading time: 0 minutes, 44 secondsWhile washing my face with only cold water, I wonder who that older man is looking at me in the mirror.
Unfortunately, I am that ancient man.
The only time I sense that my hair was once red is when it is wet. Even then, it is a hint of color hidden by gray hair.
My eyes are hollow and have permanent black eyes.
Only a year ago, Jan was beside me celebrating my birthday. Now I am alone and have aged a decade in twelve months.
If love never dies, why am I aging so fast?
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