Caught in nostalgia.

That afternoon, sitting in your room and counting down the hours till Amsterdam, we'd look up undiscovered artists on youtube. You introduced me to Katy B then asked me what I was into. I told you to youtube Little Boots. So there we were youtubing up some pretty cool artists, losing total control and time.
The sun was out and it was humid. Everyone was sitting on the lawn on the university football field. We looked outside and giggled as you jokingly exclaimed: "don't tell me these English kids are silly enough to think they'd tan. More likely they'd burn". Time had passed. You realised you had to get some laundry done and walked out with the basket. I sat there in your room alone during that moment. On the wall by your bed was a map of Europe with stars on them marking where you'd go.

That summer we had already parted our own ways.

How I miss them Hertfordshire days.