To put it plain, you’re cheating: your eyes are wandering off the test in front of you and into grass that still seems green, like the eyes you suddenly fall into when they smile and dance on a face so much like the one you used to love when you were young and now again, you strain at commitment’s tether because on the other side of the fence there might be more to life than getting old.
I feel old, not ready to commit, but I still love him. I am confused.