Not to be vain, but I used to look younger than my age... oh maybe not a lot, but probably at least five years younger. And Patrick has always looked five years younger too.
Grief ages you.
I'd guess that in the last nine months, my face has aged at least ten years. My hair has more grey. And physically, well, I guarantee my insides have aged as well. I no longer have a hop in my step.
Emotionally, I'm now ancient. I've suffered such heartbreak that I now feel a million years old.
Patrick is looking older too.
Grief ages you.
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