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True love never dies	By : Crowesaga Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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* Part 1 *
Some time later I found myself back in London, England. It had been years since my last visit. Somehow I had missed it. I had come to love the city. I had spent a lot of good times there. It was a city I could feel at home in. Every time I had to leave to come back home, I felt like a part of me was missing or like a wound had never healed. It made me sad and I could not quite understand why.

Though I had always said that I would return, I hadn’t actually thought I would be able to make the trip to London when I did. Recently my financial situation was looking a bit bleak, but circumstances changed enabling me to make the trip. I was determined not to loose the opportunity. I planned to stay for a long weekend. After sorting out the flight, hotel and a few obligations, I was on my way.

The main reason for the trip was that I was hired by a firm to make their website. When they first asked me to do it I was confused. While I was very happy to get the job, I couldn’t help but wonder: Why would a firm in England want a person from Sweden to make their webpage? I soon found out that the reason they had asked me to do it was that they had learned about my work and saw what I had done for others firms. Another reason was that, since a portion of their business was for Scandinavia, they wanted to have some ‘Nordic’ touch to it. They thought I would be perfect for the job.

The moment I learned about being able to make the trip and decided that I would do it, I quickly e-mailed a few Internet friends to see if we could meet up while I was there. It would be so much fun to finally meet some of them in the flesh. We already had a lot in common, so I wasn’t worried about how any of the meetings would go.

The second thing I did was borrow some money from my father, his significant other and some friends. I couldn’t make the trip with no spending money at all!

Fortunately, I was lucky with my plans to get together with one of my Internet friends. I found out that I would be able to meet up with, Berlinda, one of the girls that I had met through one of the writing groups I was a member in, on the day of my arrival. Since she didn’t live in the city, Berlinda made arrangements to stay in London for a couple of nights.

We e-mailed and chatted about what fun things we would do while we were in London. I had always dreamed about going to The Globe Theatre and attending a play. So after checking their website and finding out that the season would have started by the time of my visit, I mentioned it to Berlinda. She said that she had only seen one Shakespeare play and that she really liked it so she wasn’t hard to convince about seeing another. She was also curious about visiting The Globe Theatre since she had only seen it from the outside from a tour boat on the Thames.

I was happy to see that there would be a performance of Romeo and Juliet playing during my visit to the city. I know that it would be one of the plays that I could find the easiest to follow in English, as long as they kept it close to how it was written and didn’t try to “modernise” it. I was surprised at how easy it was to obtain tickets so early in the season. I was pleased to realize that one more of my dreams was about to be fulfilled. I had loved Shakespeare, theatre, and attending plays for many years.

After some discussion, Berlinda and I decided that we would meet up before the play started at 19.30 to eat some dinner. It would be too late for a meal after the performance. I figured that it would still be daylight enough still for the performance in the theatre, and hoped that they didn’t have electricity there to spoil the atmosphere of a play staged in The Globe. I would love it to be as authentic as possible, just as it was during Shakespeare’s lifetime.

Since the play would take place on Thursday, we decided that we would spend the Friday together talking about our favourite subjects and common interests, do some ‘tourist’ things, and go out somewhere in the evening. Maybe find a place with some live music, like the Borderline.

I also had to think about the obligations I had to fulfil. I knew they would be easy to carry out and wouldn’t be too much of a burden. I knew I was good at what I did, or I would have never agreed to do it. I would still have plenty of time to do some of the things I wanted to do for myself afterwards. From my earlier visits to London, I knew there were so many things to discover and see that even a year there wouldn’t be enough to do everything. Not if you wanted to do it properly. Some things were always worth coming back for.

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I arrived in London early on Thursday, checked into my hotel, and within an hour had completed the first of my promised obligations. I was happy that I was right about it not taking too long or being too much for me to get done. I figured out that I would be able to complete my obligations by giving them one or two hours of my time each day of my visit.

After my meeting I went back to the hotel to change into something more comfortable. I had decided to take a trip around Soho and Piccadilly Circus, both of which I had come to love from previous visits. There were all my favourite kinds of shops just waiting for me to browse in, and maybe buy from. I had decided to take the opportunity to do some gift shopping for my friends. Not just birthday gifts, but a few Christmas ones as well, even if it was more than half a year away.

I put on a pair of jeans, a lilac shirt, and my black Doc Martens. It was a warm and sunny day so I decided against a coat, opting for a cardigan tied around my waist instead. I didn’t think I would need anything warmer, even in the evening. Before I headed out the door, I looked in the mirror and was satisfied with the reflection looking back at me. It was one of the rare moments that I decided to have my hair almost entirely loose. During the flight, I had occupied myself by planting a few strands into thin plaits, small above my ears and on the top, then pulled back to fit into one at the back of my head. It wasn’t easy to do to my own hair, but I’d been practicing and I loved the special look I had managed to create.

I took the tube only a few stations to Soho. I didn’t trust myself to travel by bus, and didn’t want to take a taxi, leaving that indulgence for the nights. I still had problem with the English driving on the ‘wrong side of the road’.

Upon checking my watch, I realised that I still had a few hours before I was to meet up with Berlinda. So off I walked in my own little world, taking in my surroundings as I went. I visited some stores and just window shopped at others. I had seen a few things that had given me some ideas for the work, and hoped I could remember them until I had a chance to sketch them down later.

Even though it was just an ordinary Thursday, there were a lot of people around, and at times I found myself indulging in a sport of ‘people watching’. Many of them seemed to be in such a hurry. Maybe they were just like me, lost in their own little world, not noticing anything that went on around them.

Just being there and being able to observe felt good. I loved to ‘people watch’, and didn’t get the chance to do it often enough. Why had I hidden myself away for such a long time? I began to wonder. Every minute that passed, I had the feeling that I may be able to start living again and cast off some of this low self-esteem that dragged me down. I was almost positive that I would feel so much better when I went home after this trip.

“Camilla!” A male voice suddenly sounded through the street noise. It wasn’t a statement, it sounded more like a question, as if the speaker wasn’t too sure of whom he was seeing. The voice came from behind me but I didn’t react to hearing the name called. I couldn’t think of anyone who would be calling out to me. There were so many people around, he could be calling anyone, so I continued walking.

I don’t think I had travelled more than ten more steps before I felt someone touch my arm, making me stop walking and turn around.

“It is you, isn’t it, Camilla?” the voice asked.

My eyes first went to his hand, lightly touching my arm, then travelled up to a chest enclosed in a crisp white shirt. Proceeding up to see his face I saw his long, dark hair, a beginning to a beard, and two brown eyes, like a mixture of deep rich chocolate and seasoned mahogany.

Did I know this guy from somewhere? Had we met before? I began to wonder. Then the realization hit me.

Unable to stop myself I spoke one word out loud “Orlando!”
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