It is the small things that bring home the fact that I am growing older. Like having to punch my age into one of the machines when I go to the gym. Or when someone said, "I will love you forever", and I knew that nothing really lasts forever.
I did find the poem I had been looking for -
Time Zones
I willed my love to dream of me last night,
that we might lie
at peace, if not beneath a single sheet,
under one sky.
I dreamed of her but she could not alas
humour my will;
it struck me suddenly that where she was
was daylight still.
--Vikram Seth
