In The Beginning...

It started with a shared kiss after sunset on Southwark Bridge...

The lights of the city behind us. St Paul's illuminated in front of us, to the right.

I remember the sound of a Latin beat wafting across the river from a building further down the river.

Time stood still.

We walked hand-in-hand across the river and strolled along the South Bank. We sat in front of The Globe, the spirit of Shakespeare around as we swapped life stories as tourists ambled past us.

Our parting kiss for the night at Holborn. Both running for the last train. Our first kiss hurried, she started to walk away then turned and came back. The second kiss better.

She went East and I went West.

And yes, we will meet again...