Wheeling Gull Isle i know, i know

she moves away from him and the coldness of the breeze that cuts between them is striking.  ever the gentleman, he ignores it.  even if he weren't to ignore it, he does not know what else to do with it. 

silence falls over him at her words.  he doesn't know what to make of it.  he's tried to be a good man — oh, how he's tried! — but it's never seemed to matter to anyone, or amounted to anything.  until.

it wasn't so long ago, if you think about it.  sometimes, when he was speaking with her, it felt like no time had passed at all.  sometimes it felt like another lifetime.  i don't miss it, though.  children had so little autonomy.  there are so many things we can do now that we couldn't when we were younger — or even back home.