“Oh— Sorry,” I muttered, my voice quiet. I wasn’t looking where I was going just after I had met a fan, turned around and almost spilt my matcha all over someone. You look up at me and my eyes widen slightly.

Your eyes just took me back to 2015, the gorgeous glow of Italy and spending almost every single day together on the beach, clubs and hotel rooms. We always found each other in the small town without even exchanging numbers.

I had to leave due to my bands world tour, I promised I’d text you and come back but I knew that I wouldn’t, I don’t know why. I couldn’t ignore you now, you were right infront of me but what could I even say?