She was still there.

I was over half an hour late, and she was still there.

I could barely remember her face, but I knew her voice the moment she picked up the phone at the other end. I listened to her say she was still in the restaurant she had chosen to have coffee. It was called Rendezvous and I had to grin. She said I would spot it, and I didn’t believe her until two minutes later when I walked into Leicester Square, and looked across at the big, bright, green neon sign flashing Rendezvous. I saw her and told her she wouldn’t believe what I’d had to do in order to get there. I was right. I went to order ice-cream and coffee. The guy was taking too long, so I cancelled the ice-cream and joined her with a jug of hot coffee.

I looked at her, and thought: She is beautiful, thank you God for letting me live. An hour or so later and we were sitting next to each other watching the Simpsons Movie.

Afterwards she told me she’d had a good time, and then wished me luck with all my heart stuff. I got all the way home before I let myself blink away some water in my eyes.

Then I went to sleep.