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Thank you mellyjelly/drumthings for this fantabulous skin=D

Because I always think that it is bizarre - no, I always think it is unbelievable - that you can love someone, really and truly love someone, and then one day you do not recognise their face.

If you loved someone, you would think that you would know that face always and forever - wouldn't you? Shouldn't every line of that face be stamped on your heart?

But it is not. Your heart forgets.

A white plane with a red tail was taxiing towards us. As it headed for the runway I could read the words on the side. Qantas - Spirit of Australia, it said. There was a slash of white on the red tail, and when it got closer it revealed itself as the silhouette of a kangaroo that was as sleek as a greyhound.

The plane turned, moving parallel to the observation deck for a minute, no more, as it pushed out to join the other planes that were lining up for the runway. And then I found myself walking by the glass wall of the observation deck, keeping up with the plane at first, and then seeing it pulling away from me, and starting to run. I said his name one last time, my hands pressed against the glass. And I watched him go.

Men from the Boys by Tony Parsons