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He looked at her. He thought of the person she had been and
the woman she was yet to become. He loved her completely, through
all time. Through the trials they had known and the unknown
mess and grief and joys yet to come. And he realised what he
should have always known. It was her. She was the whole point.

Slow and steady, thought the Ghost. If only he had lived like that.
If only he had been able to live with the understanding death had
given him. He would now give eternity just for a year, a month, a
day alive with this knowledge. Stopping that perpetual rush. Reaching
out to those he loved. Making amends. Not scared of falling into
the nettles of emotion.

It’s never about the place. It’s about the reason that drives
you to the place.

WOWWW SO FULL OF TRUTH

The Ghost looked over at his younger self. ‘Please, be a little braver than I was. Dare to live life as it happens. Dare to love fully.’

‘I have always had the same problem. My wife used
to say I was scared of stillness. And even now I’m old, even now
my brain and fingers work against me, I still have a tendency to
gallop.’

‘Just try and live life like—’
The Dreamer smiled sadly. ‘Like it can’t be measured?’

‘You are still alive. Just asleep. It’s not too late for you.’

The incredibly annoying thing about being dead was that you got
all your priorities in order, just when it was too late to do anything
about them.

Wowwww yes.

‘I want kids.’
‘Now you do. Asleep on that bed in your honeymoon in Venice.
But things change. You change. And the amount you are away, and
the amount you are home late, it becomes increasingly improbable
anyway…’ The Ghost thought about this. ‘Maybe, Dreamer, you
are right. Maybe I still did want kids, deep down. But I was also
terrified of being a dad. I mean, I’d had no template.‘

‘I suppose that’s a start . . . At the time, you weren’t being honest with her. You didn’t know if you wanted children. Not really. You were scared. So you were unable to say the right thing. No matter what words you used, they couldn’t
ever sound right because you didn’t feel the loss that she was feeling.’