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lt was the same with me.

Yes? And did you know

it was going to be like that?

- l mean, beforehand?

- l don't know.

Probably.

Drink up.

l'm sure it will help.

Do you love your husband?

Mine died two years ago.

He was nice.

He took care of us.

He loved our eldest daughter.

He liked to go fishing with his mates.

He didn't drink much.

He was good-looking.

But you see, oddly...

l think l never loved him.

Have you never been in love?

Oh, yes.

Once.

l was very young.

Don't you want to talk about it?

l was 15.

He was a year older.

We met.

l think we were

very much in love...

l don't know, we didn't call it that.

We didn't know those words.

lt just happens.

lt's very simple.

Our fathers kept us apart.

We weren't to meet.

He wasn't studying

and l was too young.

You weren't supposed to see boys.

He was sent to boarding school.

We stopped seeing each other.

We didn't complain.

We just stopped seeing each other.

That's it.

Life began.

lt carried on.

And now it's almost over.

And he became a dentist.

He had kids. Me too.

l heard from him and him from me.

Oh, love, Theo.

What is it?

Here l am.

Don't worry.

One day, l heard he was ill.

l sent word l wanted to see him.

We met up in Paris.

We'd always wanted to

see Paris together.

We took a hotel room.

We didn't know how.

We were embarrassed, like kids.

So we went out, we went for a walk.

We wandered around for hours.

We hardly spoke.

Maybe we held hands.

We didn't dare.

We were scared.

But we did go back to the hotel.

And the next day, we parted.

Then he died.

Eleven days later.

At 9.25 p.m.

When l heard, l thought l'd die.

My husband and kids didn't know.

And now,

no one will ever know him.

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