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  • Waterloo Bridge has become a key part of my life. I have seen so much on and from that bridge. The birth of a sunrise, the death of it, buildings rise and fall in the distance, the forever changing skyline.

    I have been on that bridge perspiring, running to get to work on time and I have battled hail and forced tears, trying to get home. From that bridge I see places that conjure bitter-sweet memories of words that should have been said but failed to part from trembling lips.

    On Valentine's Day, I made my way across the bridge and it was not pleasant. The hurricane winds that were building were causing spray from the Thames to sprinkle my face. The Thames had not done that to me before and I picked up the pace. A catamaran went under me at high speed and everyone's and every thing's movement was urgent.

    There in front of me, a young man fell to his knee on the bridge, clasping the hand of a young woman.

    The moment created such a calm that silenced the impending danger.

    Love can do that.

    Tears were streaming down his face as I could only make out his lips asking her to marry him. Someone else took a photo.

    I let the moment be.

    He rose and she collapsed into him in embrace, she too in happy tears. She had said yes.

    I let them be for a moment.

    I approached, almost in tears myself, to seek their permission. I am not a bold journalist. I am a writer.

    "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. I can't find a pen!" I said, embarrassed.

    "We have all the time in the world." He said, beaming.

    "You have the rest of your lives." I smiled.

    Craig Anderson knelt for Faye Griffiths when there was turmoil around them.

    It's very symbolic.
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