“Come on, sweet girl.” I say, my hand on the small of your back as I lead you towards the shower. I step in behind you, the water soaking the two of us, wetting our hair immediately.

I turn you around and I brush your hair backwards with my fingers. My hands soaking through your soft hair. This is one of these moments that feel like “False God” by Taylor. I know she’s my ex but she’s also your favourite singer, apart from me, so I’ve learnt a few songs over the years.

I have a show later and you’re going out with your friends for a birthday dinner I think? What better way to spend our time instead of arguing over who goes in the shower first. Why not do it together?

“What shampoo do you wanna use?” I ask you and you point to the one you want. I grab it from the large selection, squirting a dollop of it onto my palm and I scrub it into your scalp without warning.