As the saying goes, 'one door closes and another opens', how true but how impossible to believe when the closed door is all we want. I lived in Cornwall in my teens and early twenties, I met my first love there. I thought he was the one, but that door closed, actually, I closed it and walked away to save myself from pain. A few years later, and still wishing I hadn't closed that first door, another one opened and there stood the man who was to be my husband for the next 26 years, I walked through it to my future and put away my past That was my first encounter with the 'door' theory of life, and one that didn't really make much sense until much later on in my life. but I do recall thinking at the time about how Keith had come into my life at that moment, when I wasn't looking for him and how meeting him changed what I thought was going to be my future