He never wanted that memory to fade away. Every night before going to sleep, he would think about it and ensure that the love he had nurtured when he was twenty four would not fade away to nothingness. His heart became incapable of feeling what it was. At the age of sixty three, it becomes preoccupied with many other things.
Streams of innocence did flow out from his eyes when he lost his love. An impulsive flirt during his time, he could neither convince himself or the other side about what he felt. At the age of sixty three, he looked lost. Sages of his time would print out pages of so-called wisdom to convince him that there was no future for his love which knew no boundaries. His ability to love everyone as an individual would make him incapable of sharing. He grew old with many people, but he was the only one who grew old alone.