He re-rolled the curl and turned off the dryer. He would let his hair cool while he did his makeup. John had shaved twice while in the shower. Now,...he applied foundation. When he was satisfied that he had covered his face evenly, he began to do his eyes, then his lips, and finally added a bit of blusher to the tops of his cheekbones.He checked the mirror and discovered that his lower lip was asymmetrical. There was more lipstick on the left side. By the time his makeup was finished, it. Nothing looked worth watching and I was about to give up when something caught my attention.It was an old black-and-white movie called Cyrano de Bergerac. I had heard about the story before: Cyrano had an outrageously large nose, and had a crush on a girl named Roxanne. Roxanne, in turn, had a crush on Christian, who was young and good looking but not all that smart. Cyrano thought that Roxanne wouldn't find him attractive because of his nose. So, being a good guy, Cyrano helped Christian woo. Me hum pahoch gaye usne kuch tablet li aur dusri shop se thumsup ki bottle li aur wapis ake bethGayi aur boli chalo ghar pe ho gaya hum wapis ane ko nikal pade iss bar janbuch kar mene lamba rasta lia taki hume der lage wo kehne lagi sab log to ghumne gaye he meri health kuch thik nahi he isiliye me nahi gayi thodiDer me hum ghar poche bike se utarte he use chakar ane lage usne mere shoulder pakad lia me unhe sahara dete ghar ke andar le gaya use pani pilaya aur fresh ho ne chala gaya wapis aya. Our marriage. Our relationship. Our future. I left her no way out. On Friday, I would probably know if we had any future.I thought about who I was and what I wanted. Did I want this marriage to continue? Did I love Edie? I deliberately avoided telling her I loved her. I wasn't sure myself and so it was better not to mislead her if I had lost that love. How would I know? I once read that the test for love was to imagine your life without your partner. Divorce, death, whatever reason ... how.