This one is a buzz-kill, go read Stag Rats

We're older now, and though time for it's part may have forgiven us our tresspasses, it seems a subtle shade of experience is about both our visages. The years a lonely mind has known show up like a long lost friend thought dead, and appears first in the face, whether it's welcome or unwanted.
We both know it.
And still she looks to me like she looks to the past, I suppose she sees in me something she's lost, like an old necklace or a warm, sunny day that's gone missing to the mind. A subtle smile brought on by nostalgia no doubt crosses her lips, and she's 17 again and wondering just where it is I'd gone to for so long.
Though I've always been right here.
She reminds me of things I've done, things she can't wholly remember, they're just feelings now, and it's not that they're anything beyond trivial. It's just that we were both there, so young once, and so beautiful; I'm sure she'd like if I could remember things as well, perhaps better, but I cannot. Those thoughts are a long time ago for me, before everything changed.
Were it that I could remember, I'd just as soon forget.
The evening is slipping, even as desparation is creeping in with the shadows. Though I'm much too jaded for that sort of thing now, a sense of curiosity is aroused within me. She's longing for something, and I remember now where it is again I've longed to be. I guess she sees something of magic in me, I've become the cause, after all these years it's now she chooses to believe.
Finally she believes.
And as the last traces of sun glance over those pleading eyes; the ones I've studied for years in my mind as I'd drift off to sleep, something stirs within me not unlike the happiness I knew in youth. I recognize finally the look in those eyes, even as they are hidden by dark sun-glasses, a sense of longing so strong I feel I should just burst tears through me suddenly, and I feel all of sixteen again. Though for my part I am lacking any semblance of innocence, a thing I surrendered long ago to the quiet strength of wisdom and truth. It seems finally that the greatest love story ever told can resume, passion un-checked even after so many years.
It's just that it's gotten so late- and we don't have time for that.

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