It can happen.... I chanced across a handsome young man in a potato field once.... we were practically inseperable after that.... (except that it really was in a monastary garden and we had to consider the monks...). He sailed across the seas (alright, flew to China to teach) where we lost contact. After a certain 'revolution' (Tianamin Square - my first reaction was 'what's he started now?), everyone lost contact with him... even his parents thought he was dead, so I married another. When he did eventually turn up, he married another too.   This would be a wonderful song, but it took 7 years in all from first sight to me giving him up for dead. He wasn't dead, but had narrowly escaped internment and had managed to get out of China with another teacher. They had nothing but what they could carry so they walked out of China, into India, where they made it to a British Consul, who got them home. We did meet again, 10 years almost to the day of our first meeting but neither of us had a half a wardrobe to match up, nor a ring to put together. He is now a priest and I'm here.   One day, maybe, the song will come... but I think the book of his life would be more compelling!

LTS