Since autumn 2002 I've had a photo of my beloved in my wallet.
At the time we met I was sorting though the wreckage of the end of my first marriage, wondering what was wrong with me and consigning myself to a life of solitude, when suddenly an angel walked into my life (that was my lovely here). The sketch below is from that now very torn, scratched and dog-eared photo in my wallet. Every now and then, throughout the past eight years, I've looked at this picture whenever I'm out and it's always given me a thrill - my angel.
I looked at my wife as she came in from work today and thought - she's so much more beautiful in real life!
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
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