I give my laces an extra tug to make sure they’re tied properly before standing back to my full height, adjusting my headphones in my ears. I just got back to London for a meeting with my label, and wanted to get a quick run in before I have to be there later this morning.

My mind is filled with thoughts about my meeting later, a mental note to call my producer with an idea I had for the album, trying to remember if I have any coffee left at home-

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My pace falters when I see you walking the opposite way on the sidewalk right towards me, your gaze focused at something on your phone otherwise you would’ve seen me by now. I blink a few times, almost in shock that it’s…you. I look around briefly as if trying to decide what to do. Duck into the nearest shop? Keep jogging? Say nothing? Say something?

We dated way, way, back in 2013 when I was still in the band. I wouldn’t call us a teenage fling, but I also don’t know if I’d say our relationship was ever incredibly serious. Either way, we haven’t spoken or even seen each other in 11 years after we broke up.

Until now.