About three years ago I was walking down Camden High street with a cup of coffee in one hand and an ipod in the other, completely oblivious of the world around me. Of course this had to be the exact time when another utter genius was doing so in the other direction xp needless to say I went flying. Anyways, as I began the effort of scraping my coffee stained self off the pavement I looked up and say him for the first time. He was a japanese boy in his late teens I'd guessed, but much taller than most of the grown men who wandered past. He had shoulder length black hair and some of the thickest glasses I'd seen. His shirt was soaked through with coffee and his face had sunk into a blush the colour of a beetroot. Spluttering half formed apologies we attempted to hide our obvious embarrassment. Funny how these things start off really, we headed to starbucks for a refill and got chatting. We were practically inseperable for a long time. His name was Lee and he was here with his family who had been living in England for a couple of years becase of his dad's work. This of course was only intended to be a temporary thing, as he kept telling me, so I always knew the day would come when he'd return home and I might never see him again. Still, over last year we became closer than ever- we got engaged a few months back, only a little while before he told me he had to go home. It will probably be at least two years before we can see each other again. I think people who have been parted from the ones they love all share something within the meaning of this song, and that is hope for their return. When you hit rock bottom, when you feel like you don't want to carry on without them, keep thinking of them, imagine their face when you meet them at the airport or the first time your hands touch after all the time waiting. Believe me, that is enough to live for.