TURN BACK TO THE FIRST POINT
After all, it was all about words. Just writing to each other back and forth like that and neither of us realised at the time we were writing this great romance. We didn't plan the script or even give it much thought. It just unfolded so very naturally and when we actually met, it was like reading one of those magical novels where the characters suddenly find themselves absorbed by the book in some kind of dreamy reality. It was just like that in Pisa and Florence and Cinque Terre and later in so many other places as scene upon scene unfolded and then there was London. The only problem from a story telling point of view is there never really was an ending. There just came this day when we weren't really together anymore.