Rain. A car ride. Maybe some fries and a cup of brewed coffee. We find some place to talk about life and it’s casualties. We laugh about how the first thing that pops up on the tube was the first movie we saw together in hiding; the first movie that we didn’t actually watch but was just there on the big screen playing for us, giving us some sort of background music to match with the silly conversations we had. We talk about crazy stuff, fleeting moments of happiness, long drives to wherever, music that make our feet tap and bodies jiggle like jellyfishes. A hug to relieve all the worries and stresses of the world and maybe a nice smile that says ‘everything’s going to be alright’.

I’ll always have that moment, that moment when we first hung-out and actually liked it. The time I kiddingly suggested we go off to far away land and went for it like there was no tomorrow. When we just laughed and screamed and sang our silly hearts out to the cruel world we know of and just didn’t care even if a policeman stopped us in our tracks. 

But sadly - and truthfully - these moments will never last in reality; only in memories. And memories never change. Memories will always be the same and that’s how I want to always remember you.