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last time I'd seen it, even down to the way the hedges were cut and the way the ornaments were kept in the front garden. The lights in Amy's old house were still on, so I hoped I wouldn't be waking her parents up, but I didn't want to wait until the wedding to see Amy again.  
    Knocking on their door made me feel like a teenager, waiting for Amy's father to open the door and give me a stern talking-to. But Amy's dad did no such thing as he opened the door with a yawn.  
    "Chris Taylor?" he said as he took a step back and opened his eyes wide in surprise. "My goodness! It's been so long. Come in, come in."
    As I stepped into the house, it was as if I was traveling back in time. The smells were so familiar, and everything was still the same as it had been when I was last here four years ago.
    "I'm sorry to be here so late," I said shaking his hand. "It's just I'm in town for Cassie's wedding and..."
    "Don't worry kid," he interrupted me.   "We follow all your movies, and I'd have to concede that my wife has a little soft spot for you. She won't mind you paying us a late night visit," he said as he tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially.  
    I laughed as I remembered Amy's mom. A vivacious woman with big bouncing curls of platinum blonde hair. She was a real sweet lady, just like her daughter.
    "How is Sue?"
    "Oh she's just great," Amy's father nodded. "In fact, she just got home a moment ago. Honey!" he called up the stairs. "We have a very special visitor," he winked at me.  
    As she walked down the stairs, her petite frame still as energetic as I remembered, she ran a hand through her blonde hair and smiled.   She looked just how I remembered her except for a few extra lines around her eyes and some extra pounds around her hips. She still had that delightful and warm smile that made you feel as though you were always safe with her.  
    "Oh my God!" she clapped her hands to her cheeks. "Chris, How are you? Oh just come here. Let me give you a cuddle."
    She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight.  
    "We've been following your career the whole time you've been away. We've seen all your movies haven't we, Jim."
    "Yes, I've told Chris that already, sweetheart."
    "We're just so pleased for you and you've grown up to be such a handsome gentleman," she said.
    A warmth spread across my gut. These were real people who genuinely liked and cared for me as a person. I missed people like this. In Hollywood, they were all out to get what they could from you and every compliment was laced with a self-serving motive.  
    "I'm so pleased that you watch my movies. Which one was your favorite?"
    "Oh well, I loved the one, what was it called?" Sue waved her hand around as if trying to grasp at the words. "On Love's Edge, that's it. It was just beautiful. I cried my eyes out, didn't I Jim?"
    "She did, she cried her eyes out," Amy's Dad rolled his eyes. "But I have a feeling you're not here to find out what my wife's favorite movie is."  
    "No," I said sheepishly. "I bumped into Amy at the diner earlier and well... I didn't get the chance to speak to her properly. I was walking home to Mom and Dad's, and I thought maybe on the off chance she still lived here..."
    "Oh, sweetheart..." Amy's mom interrupted. "Amy moved into her own place not that long ago. But it's not far from here. Let me write down her address."
    As Amy's mom leaned on the hallway table and scribbled down the address for me, I felt a little foolish. Of course, Amy wouldn't live here anymore. She had her own life and probably had a boyfriend too.  
    "Actually," I said hurriedly,   "I'll probably just wait until morning to see her. It seems kinda rude just to turn up in the middle of the night."
    "Oh don't worry dear," Amy's mom replied. "She'd be pleased to see you I imagine. I've just got home from her place, so if you go now, she won't have gone to bed yet."

    I stood under the streetlight outside their house staring at the address written on the piece of