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Act I
The perfection I see in you is undermined by your mundane existence. It's not that I don't love you enough. It's just that I can see you getting old, and tired, and withered. And you simply aren't that extraordinary to me anymore. As if I don't care enough.

Act II
Your wrinkled smiling eyes are still the liveliest I've ever seen.