IF I HAD A GUN......

Fate. Some people believe in it, some people don't. I do and fate has been kind enough to deliver unto me the blessing of someone I can truly say, I want in my life until the day I die. We knew each other a long time ago but circumstances caused us to go separate ways. Life went on...and on. Separately we grew into the people life intended us to be, shaped by the things that challenged and enriched us. And so, as lifes up's and down's had taken us away from one another, some 10 years ago, changes in our lives seemed to bring us back together. After extended skirmishes of flirting via social networks and text, we eventually met for coffee on a Monday afternoon. To say I was nervous is an understatement, I was trembling like a leaf at the beginning of Autumn. My attempts at small talk were stodgy and uncomfortable as all I could think of was kissing her lips after all those years. It was early summer, so we went to the garden for coffee and cigarettes, with the stereo playing through from a room away. At this time, Noel Gallagher's solo debut album was on heavy rotation in my household. Now I'm not entirely clear on the details of what led up to what happened, but I perfectly remember, slow dancing and quietly singing into her ear, then boldly declaring that "If I Had A Gun...." would be our first dance at our wedding! We didn't see each other for a couple of weeks after that, until we met up again at V Festival, Weston Park, Staffordshire. Noel was basically support for the reformed Stone Roses appearance, the Guv'nor was superb as usual, but in a crowd totalling tens of thousands, when he started playing said song, I was only aware of two people in that massive field. She and I. Slow dancing. For my Goddess, my eyes have always followed you around the room. X