It's been two years since I have seen him and he's late. I keep looking to my watch. Five past the hour...ten past, no sign. I'm starting to squirm, the thought of having to see him is making me more and more nervous as the time we arranged goes further and further past. Standing on the corner of this road I am gawked at by passersby, they wonder why I am stood out in the rain, pacing up and down in this corner of shelter I have found. A bead of sweat trickles down my jaw, or is it simply a drop of rain, I can't tell. My heart is pulsing in my ears, I can't catch my breath. For you to understand this, I'm going to have to bring you back, all most two years. ... Let me clarify a few things before we well and truly kick off. This story is not one of happy endings and fairy tales. There is no promising future of living happily ever after . Not for me anyhow. As a reader you might not like knowing that so early on, however I live by a certain mindset that I ...