The end of the pier

We were supposed to meet at the end of the pier at midnight on the 29th of November. But, after the unpleasant business at the station, I was late and I missed him. I couldn't expect him to forgive me but, just in case, I came back a year later. And then again the following year. I've been coming here every 29th November. At midnight. This is my one hundred and fourteenth visit.