On that day, it didn't matter that he was going to talk for five hours with another girl about sex the very next day and make a substantial connection with her and that she was going to be the one who changed his mind, the one he wanted to settle down with, the one he was sure about, and didn't have second thoughts about.
All that mattered that day was the walk we took as I showed him my old high school, the neighbourhood my high school friends and I used to hang out in after school and during lunch times. It was wintertime, so nobody was at the park, but we went anyway. We sat on the swings and talked about our favourite colours and most memorable childhood memories. Black, teal. A falling bookshelf and being caught underneath it, biking through the park.
We may have awkwardly said goodbye and I may have questioned his motives, but for that particular moment, none of the logistics mattered.
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