Day 65.

At first he didn't recognize her. She had changed so much. Her hair was much longer, much darker, much straighter than he remembered. She was obviously much older, but he expected that. He had gotten older, too, and only just that morning realized how deeply grey his hair had become; how much deeper his wrinkles had become. He barely recognized himself. Why should be expect anything different from her? He had expected some change, but this was an entirely new woman. Where a scrawny, insecure, acne-ridden child had once been was now a voluptuos, confident, spectacularly beautiful woman, meticulous in every way. A far cry from the torn sweats and hoodie he last saw her in.