How a teenage Romeo wooed his Juliet by a whisker

It would be fair to say I'm a romantic at heart. Don't tell anyone, but I love a good cry after a romantic comedy; you know the kind, when it looks like love is lost until some amazing turn of fate.

"Oh, they do end up together after all," I can often be heard cooing with glee to my girlfriend after a regular screening of the Accidental Husband.

I think it is partly the reason I'm always so observant of my surroundings, I'm constantly ready to witness a heart-plucking exchange: a flash of "love at first sight" across a crowded bar, a brief flirtation as a man hands his pen to a woman.