We’re running in a field, laughing at the exhilaration flowing through our veins. The forest forms a natural fence, and something about the altitude makes me feel even more light-headed. It’s a stupid game, and I’m not really interested in it, but I’m chatting to you, so I ignore what I’m supposed to be doing, and concentrate on you instead.

We’re driving in your car, and I’m suprised to be there, suprised by our friendship. I never really expected that the day would come that I’d be sitting here. I keep waiting until the day came that the friendship is finally over, that things go back to normal.

We’re sitting in a cinema, and I’m clenching the seat arm to stop myself from saying something. My whole body is tight, taut, stiff. You whisper something to me. I don’t move, but my eyes narrow, and I look at you from their corner, and I drum my fingers. I’m not going to say anything. You wouldn’t listen anyway.

I’m out with some friends, and I catch sight of you. It’s unexpected, and I haven’t prepared myself for the pang it causes me.