She ran up the fire stairs, taking him by surprise, ‘I hate lifts,’ she panted. He opened his arms, ‘I’ve missed you, Lizzie.’ Simon was wearing the same angora sweater as last time, faded chinos, loafers, no socks. Pleased that he hadn’t changed,...

If tomorrow never comesI am not sure if I will beHere tomorrowIf my father keeps me aliveTomorrow I will be happyI also know that I only live onceI won't live foreverSo I must live my lifeEvery day to the...