Do you remember the night we walked along the Southbank together at dusk? At the foot of the National Theatre, by the lamplit Thames, with the buskers gently playing around us, you stopped walking, took both my hands in yours, looked me deep in the eyes and said: "This is it. This is what Life is about. This is what I want." I looked up at you and smiled. "Me too, darling." I kissed the back of your hand. "Me too."
That was it. That is what Life is about. That is what I want.
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