Ay the first meeting he loved her, and she loved him, he was jealous of her flirtatious ways, and harsh words were spoken. She left. They met again a few years later he was more rounded and accepted her little affairs, as she always came back to him. For many years they were happy to the day she contracted gonorrhoea which took a few weeks to clear up and they continue their love life. But it was a pretence they struggled to believe, it was like a shadow of doom had cast an evil spell over them. She took to drink and often smelt of gin in the morning she couldn't sleep and drink late in the night. One day she said she didn't love her anymore, she had met a man who was like he liked to drink and dance. Again she moved out, this time for good. Because of their lifestyle, both fell on a hard time and moved away to a town where no one knew them. What he often remembers is when they were young and he tried to jump from a wall to a flat roof and she held out her arm to save him from falling.