I Think Just The Opposite Is True:

It Was The Year They Fell Into Devastating Love. Neither One Could Do Anything Except Think About The Other, Dream About The Other, And Wait For Letters With The Same Impatience They Felt When They Answered Them.

The Anxiety Of Falling In Love Could Not Find Repose Except In Bed.

I Want The Same One, The Way She Always Is, Without Failures, Without Fights, Without Bad Memories.

Morality, Too, Is A Question Of Time.

A Man Knows When He Is Growing Old Because He Begins To Look Like His Father.