Love – that’s what I saw when I looked at the tall, handsome man’s face. As the music pumped around us, Nick, then 35, was busy selling T-shirts and CDs at the merchandise stand at the back of the room. We’d met on tour nine years earlier, when I was catering for a band called The Magic Numbers. And love was instantaneous.
Even though we’d split after two years, I never forgot Nick Alexander – he was the love of my life.
When he flew into Paris where I was living,
