He sits in his chair and looks straight through me. I chat about the things we used to do, the places we once visited, but there is no response. I look at the man I love. The smile has gone, the eyes have lost their twinkle. His blank expression brings tears to my eyes. Then a young nurse walks in and offers us tea. The man in front of me awakens. The mischievous glint returns, his cheeky smile lights up the room. He’s back, laughing and flirting with me. He even remembers my name. But he only has eyes for her.