When the end came we somehow stayed connected, as we had been before we met. The sun danced on the still water's surface during our last afternoon in England, as the Eighties ushered in the death knell to the sensibilities of our world. We both recognised the gathering clouds almost upon us.
Our time was another century entirely. For a while we were able to survive out of time. But not now.
Sylvaine remains a valued colleague and friend with whom exists an affinity that transcends time. There was an interlude during our relationship when what we had might have become more enduring, but playing lead rôles opposite each other, as a couple who were madly in love for film dramatisations, somehow consumed that prospect for me. So close were we that she understood immediately. I remember the evening in Paris when she sadly said: "I understand." It still brings a lump to my throat. We do not visit each other’s country any longer; yet we stay ethereally, mutually and always a source of inspiration and encouragement in a much more dangerous, uglier world.
Our time was another century entirely. For a while we were able to survive out of time. But not now.
Sylvaine remains a valued colleague and friend with whom exists an affinity that transcends time. There was an interlude during our relationship when what we had might have become more enduring, but playing lead rôles opposite each other, as a couple who were madly in love for film dramatisations, somehow consumed that prospect for me. So close were we that she understood immediately. I remember the evening in Paris when she sadly said: "I understand." It still brings a lump to my throat. We do not visit each other’s country any longer; yet we stay ethereally, mutually and always a source of inspiration and encouragement in a much more dangerous, uglier world.
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