You and Milo had been neighbors for what felt like forever. Elementary to now, your first summer after senior year of high school. You were sitting on your back porch, playing your acoustic guitar singing a song that’s been stuck in your head. About halfway through the song you’d feel the chair swing you were on shake suddenly as Milo plopped down after jumping the fence. He rested it head in his palm while watching and listening to your voice and strumming.