lights out

Sometimes I daydream about the things we never did that we should have done. But I realise that makes no sense, because the things we did were what mattered. Maybe we didn’t go on walks around the city, and maybe we didn’t go swimming in a lake. Maybe we didn’t dry off under the sun on towels, or make a fire to roast marshmallows.

I never got to show you my favourite parts of the city, or take you to my favourite coffee place. We didn’t ice skate or see a movie together.

But the things we did were just you and I. No props and no distractions, just us together. And the electricity that would undoubtedly get us in trouble until the lights were out.