I find these mirror images of each other. The pink, rosy dreams of youth gradually subsiding into the reality of wiser, soured older age. The loneliness of earlier life giving way to later companionship, loving support. Reading them gave me pause for thought and some self-examination. To some degree, my experience of the first is again a mirror image. The second, well, I have been there. Without your resolution, though. But I have come closer now than I ever thought possible.