James was different then, not the man he’s become over time. His faults were much more endearing, his bravado charming instead of the unpleasant way it’s grown to be. He was a master at flattery long before his choice words became insulting and ugly. There was a time in our lives when we were happy, completely bewitched by the other, when we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. But that man, the one I married, has completely disappeared.
