The waiter lights the candle and I gaze into the eyes of my dinner date: the blue grey eyes with flecks of green that I’ve loved beyond measure for 16 years. At that moment, I think back to the first time we met, on a freezing cold January night. He arrived at almost midnight, ashen and silent, after a 48-hour labour that – fortunately – only one of us remembers. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. Which in his case it was.
‘SECRETLY I WAS PLEASED THAT HE NEEDED
