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  • So there we both stood, a melancholy pair, in Tottenham Court Road tube station. He to begin his journey on the depressive black of the Northern Line and me to set sail on the vibrant red of the Central line. The two colours which we were each going to follow, which were now to separate us, proving reflective of our recent moods.

    We stood opposite each other, both looking left. Then our eyes met in the middle, our lips meeting each others, desperately seeking reassurance. "I'm sorry", he said, strong, meaning it. "I'm sorry too", truthfully, eagerly. "I love you." "I love you too". "I'll see you when you get back". Confident. No question. The truth.
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