OLLY FLICKED THROUGH THE NEWSPAPERS to see which one contained a photo of Denise and Tom on their wedding day. It wasn't every day that Ireland's top radio DJ and a girl from "Girls and the City" got married. That's what Denise liked to think anyway.

"Hey!" the grumpy newsagent yelled at her. "This is not a library, you either buy it or put it down."

Holly sighed and began to gather every newspaper from the newsstand once again. She had to take two trips to the counter due to the weight of the papers and the man didn't even think to help her. Not that she would have wanted his help anyway. Once again a queue had formed behind the till. Holly smiled to herself and took her time. It was his own fault, if he would just let her flick through the papers she wouldn't have to hold him up.

She made her way to the top of the queue with the last of the papers and began to add bars of chocolate and packets of sweets to the pile.

"Oh, and can I have a bag too, please." She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly.

The old man stared down at her over the rim of his glasses as though she were a naughty schoolgirl. "Mark!" he yelled angrily.

The spotty teenager appeared from the shopping aisles once again with a pricing gun in his hand.

"Open the other till, son," he was ordered, and Mark dragged his body over to the till.

Half the queue behind Holly moved over to the other side.

"Thank you." Holly smiled and made her way toward the door. Just as she was about to pull the door open it was pushed from the other side, causing her purchases to once again spill out all over the floor.

"I'm so sorry," the man said, bending down to help her.

"Oh, it's OK," Holly replied politely, not wanting to turn around to see the smug look on the old man's face that was burning into her back.

"Ah, it's you! The chocoholic!" the voice said, and Holly looked up startled.

It was the friendly customer with the odd green eyes who had helped her before.

Holly giggled, "We meet again."

"Holly, isn't it?" he asked, handing her the king-size chocolate bars.

"That's right, Rob, isn't it?" she replied.

"You've a good memory," he laughed.

"As do you," she grinned. She piled everything back into her bag, lost in thought, and got back onto her feet.

"Well, I'm sure I'll bump into you again soon." Rob smiled and made his way over to the queue.

Holly stared after him still in a daze. Finally she walked over to him. "Rob, is there any chance you would like to go for that coffee today? If you can't, that's fine . . ." She bit her lip.

He smiled and glanced down nervously at the ring on her finger.

"Oh, don't worry about that," she held her hand out. "It only represents a lifetime of happy memories these days."

He nodded his head understandingly. "Well, in that case I would love to."

They crossed the road and headed over to the Greasy Spoon. "By the way, I'm sorry for running off on you the last time," he apologized, looking into her eyes.

"Oh, don't worry; I usually escape out the toilet window after the first drink," Holly teased.

He laughed.

Holly smiled to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. He seemed nice. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold January day that caused the trees to dance wildly in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become.

She was a woman who had been given advice from a man she loved, who had taken it and tried her hardest to help heal herself. She now had a job that she loved and felt confidence within herself to reach for what she wanted.

She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed.

She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the morning.

She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often, she was a woman who had sometimes hated her job and questioned what reason she had to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.

On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.

In the meantime, she would just live.