July 1977. London.

It was a fantastic beginning.

Through our all too-brief time together

we learned a lot about each other.

Most of all we learned about love.

It is something which takes time.

Time is something we never really had.

For one glorious instant in the history

of man and woman, our paths crossed.

And then uncrossed.

I shall always think kindly of you in the

years to come. The million little things

no one else could ever know or understand.

about you.

All the wonderful things I liked best,

loved most, and will cherish always.

The stars could have been kinder to us.

The pain could have been less hurtful.

Goodbye my sweet, sweet darling Rushki.

I’d do it all again, if I could just change  the ending.