Devika waved Roxy's comment away. "But you were alone, like me. It makes sense that it's imperfect. The more you worry about it, the longer it will take." 

She turned back to the old couple with a smile. "Forty years. Wow... that's quite an accomplishment." Imagine loving someone for 40 years, through thick and thin and all sorts of changes. But what was she thinking? With her situation it'd be hard enough to make friends, let alone a lasting lover. Maybe someday they'd cure empathy and she'd be free of it. 

"How long have you been coming to Roxy's shop?"