When she speaks with so much enthusiasm... so much enthusiasm that I had in the past, the enthusiasm that is conspicuous in life now by its absence...
When her voice echoes with an unmistakable ring of pleasure in the present and thrill about the future...I am very glad for her...
I feel the high..
but once the euphoria dies, I realise..
I am a thing of the past
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