Stand and stay.
Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.
Asking questions that have been asked before, sitting in that signature cross-legged way like you always do, dressed in the same shade of blue that reminds me of you.
It was like deja vu, but the thought of having just dreamt about you the day before, and then seeing your email suddenly appearing in my inbox today – a good five years since we last saw each other – simply sends chills down my spine.
I try to shrug it off, partially distracted by the technical frills of my newly-upgraded email client, but ultimately awestruck by how the stars, sun and moon seemed to have recently aligned in ways that we could not even have imagined.
We live in the same universe, mere kilometres away and yet worlds apart. This is now, but I know that we can do better than this.
Well, can I ask you about today?