Smack, Just One Kiss and I was Out of Whack...

How do you know?

How do you know that you've found "the one" ?

I knew that as I drove in a bus en route to London gazing out of the window at the Navy Boat approaching the harbour, that I would have given up my holiday of a lifetime just to see him again.

I sent him a postcard, hoping he would remember me.

He carried it in his pocket for two weeks.

He wrote a letter for me coming back.

I sat outside the dockyard, hoping for a glimpse.

And every one of those moments remains etched in my memory.

And every day, for 27 years, I have been grateful for every one of them.

And he is still the only person I would let hold my toes.