

Sliema, Malta
I remember the first time we met. My mind was a flutter wondering if I'd know how to recognise her. Was she as I imagined? Had my friends been telling the truth about her? So there I am. Everyone looking on. Then in the distance, I saw her appear. She was bigger than I imagined but certainly more beautiful than I could have pictured. Adrenaline gushed into my system. My pulse quickened. My face broke a smile. My mask flooded. Her name was the Rozi and there she l...