I was at the ripe old age of fifteen when ‘he’ crossed the firmament of my romantic dreams. Tall, intense, brooding, silent, – Heathcliffe, (no less), out of the pages of ‘Wuthering Heights”!
And then my hero, this meteor in human
Just one month had transformed him into this bashful, stoop-shouldered, chinless wonder who gagged in coyness at every mundane query!!