It was this July that I imagined conversations between the two of us in galleries and parks, meaningless chirping and loving serenades shared overlooking the Thames. My favourite scene was a moment in which we lay in the grass under a warm summers sun and you turned to me and whispered:
“I’m glad”
I stared at the sky for a moment letting your words linger above my face whilst I deconstructed and abstracted them into every best and worst case scenario I could conjure before turning to you, confused.
You laughed.
“I’m glad to be here with you” That’s what you said to me.
And I played it over and over again trying to materialise the scene, all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be glad beside me.
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