I think you just won the Games. No, really. This was easily the best, most touching story I've read in this Games - and there have been a lot of good stories. There were moments I couldn't breathe because of the beauty of your tale. So sad, so hopeful.
And just when I thought: Yeah, I've made it without shedding a tear, you wrote this: The beginning could be anywhere - could be the locking of eyes across a hall full of first years, could be a rainy night in a pub playing Christmas carols, could be a single mother on a train from Manchester to London, writing fine lines of desire between two people she has not met, drawing green eyes and hooked noses and "Look... at... me... (look at me, damn you, let me have this, just this -")
Tears in my eyes, tears on my hands, tears on my keyboard.
So, as you probably suspected - I love this story. Thank you for writing it!