A Love Like This

I first witnessed true love in a special place. Was it still there?

- Pamela Pickton

I don’t expect it to be there. It couldn’t be, could it? Not after all those years? But at least if the restaurant were still there... Well, it would do something, though I can’t think what. I can only think of that little tingle, inside my heart, when I remember the ingle nook.

Oh, tingle and ingle. I love words.

Actually I am not sure what they called it. I think it was ingle nook, but that could be my fanciful way with words. Was it love seat or cosy corner? I remember a woman I met once who called the little breakfast bar in her kitchen a rookery nook, and it has all become a bit confused with that.

But – impossible though it may sound – I really do think it was ingle nook. Though to me, it has become my love seat.

It all happened years ago when I was here with a Mr Wrong. And now I am here again, with another man. Mr Right or Mr Wrong? Only time will tell.

I have never forgotten it because – well, I suppose it was a vision of how I wanted it to be, always thought it would be. Could be. And is still in my dream.

We were in a restaurant in this sameseaside town – what, five years ago? I knew by the end of the holiday that really my “love affair” was not that, in any way. Certainly not in my way, which you may think a romantic, fairytale way.

The couple had sat beside us. It was an expensive, exclusive kind of place, and small. But being popular it was crowded, so we two couples sat fairly close, both on little tables for two.

They were a bit older than us. Young middle-aged, I suppose. They were posh, or intellectual. Was that what I wanted? No, not so much the posh. But – well – interesting. Far more interesting than my Mr Wrong.