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  • I wrote this story in my head one night when I couldn't sleep. It's for - and about - my lovely Phil without whom life would not be the same....

    I remember when I saw you first. On the phone I was, in the corridor at Margot’s party. You rang the bell; I answered - and was temporarily rendered speechless by the sight of your face. Peter thought I'd cut him off.
    Later, after plots were schemed and matches made we had our first date; second time lucky if I remember right, after you'd bumped me for a likelier choice. Then I went on holiday.

    I think I knew then that I loved you. In just a week I missed you so and it was to you, not home, that I hurried, as soon as the plane landed.
    Now, years have passed, and every day I love you more. Every day you surprise me with another dimension; every challenge you navigate with greater skill.

    You know, don’t you, that sometimes I find it hard to speak. Sometimes my mouth can't form the words. Here you have it then, in the best way I know how. I look to the future with hope, taking nothing for granted.
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