It was night time and time for you to go, we held hands as we walked towards Eros, the statue of Love.
The lights that light up the street was so beautiful. Piccadilly was busy with people and traffic. It felt so good to hold your hands. Never did I think it would be the last time you hold my hands. And you kiss was so soft and felt so good.
When you left for the tube it was bye for the happiness of our Love.