You were tapping your phone screen anxiously as we sat in the slow moving traffic, due to terrorist bomb rumours in the city centre. Come on, I silently urged. As if I wasn’t nervous enough.

Daniel. The boy of your dreams, sweet, handsome, funny, clingy..! had mostly broken your heart. Saturday had been a whirlwind of us not getting enough of each other. You lay together, and watched a Christmas movie, at some points play-fighting, some just laying in each other’s arms, others quietly speaking, and almost kissing. Hm, it was nice.

Then a few days after you asked him what was going on. He said he didn’t know. He didn’t want a relationship. You were hurt. You cried almost all through school. But anyway, you were picking him up for cadets and finally pulled onto his road. As you knocked on the door he smiled at me like he hadn’t broken your heart.

“Hey,” He said as we walked back to your mums car.