I remember the christmas party at our lecturer’s home. We ate amazing food and drank way too much alcohol. We both even managed to talk that night – we never really did before, though we knew each other for months. You showed me your tattoo, sat right beside me and told me about your favourite band. You were so enthusiastic about it all.
And when the group decided to go home early in the morning, I linked arms with you and we went home together. I was drunk and you probably too. That night you told me about orange filters in films.
I don’t remember how I got home. I don’t remember how long it took us to get home. But I still remember that. The orange filters. I still can picture all the streets we went through. Still picture all the little moments. This moment.
And so we went home. All together.