the coming of 2008, the going of 2007

How and where and when should I begin? The year 2007 has gone by, too much has taken place, too much moving about, too much happiness and accompanying tears... Does anyone still believe that love can be modern enough to survive the times yet old-fashioned enough to last forever? Most good stories begin with a quote or phrase which engraves the first impression in your mind, for me I shall begin with a picture:

I still wait,
as Penelope waited for Ulysses,
as Juliet waited for Romeo,
as Beatrice waited for Dante.