The girl with the violin
I saw this card after reading Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach and was reminded of the final page;
βWhen he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go.
Now, of course, he saw that her self-effacing proposal was quite irrelevant.
All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them.
Love and patience- if only he had had them both at once- would surely have seen them both through.β