I don't think I've ever told you that you've always been shit. Maybe in life you have something. On here.. nothing.
It's not until you reach a certain age that you understand why some couples sit next to each other in restaurants rather than opposite. Staring across a table at a jowly withered head you once desperately loved.. now with grey roots, pinched lippoed-lips, receding gums and eyes that gave up long ago, is quite upsetting.