The ultimate ghost

I hardly even know how to describe what has happened in the past hour or so. A précis might read 'came in, ate fish and chips, left'. An expanded version could say that the perfect boy has been in my local this evening, and that I'll probably never see him again. Beautiful, graceful - he was showing off his dance moves - but still boyishly exuberant with it, affectionate, if his interaction with his mother was anything to go by. If I had one, I'd sell my soul for an hour in his company. I can barely believe, even given the numerous precedents, how smitten I am. And now he's gone, almost certainly forever. I don't know what else to say.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B