Sometimes you experience things and find yourself making a mental note to remember that moment in time to come, because you know it’s going to be important. The feeling is something you’re going to want to remember, so you tell yourself to take in as much of it as you can, so you can allow yourself to go back to it in future when you wish you were in that moment again. I’m on a swing with a boy I only just met but I feel like I’ve known him forever. We’re lying down next to each other staring up at the sky, talking about life. He shares a secret with me and I share one back in return, so we’re even. He’s holding my hand and his body is keeping mine warm. I’m shaking. He asks me if I’m cold. I say no. He wants to give me his coat. I say no. He holds me tighter and rubs my arms warm. I tell him another secret. The trees above us are swaying in the breeze, the sky is empty. A grey wash of cloud, dulled, muted, there’s no one else around. Just us. We lie there for an eternity, talking about everything and nothing. We turn our heads to look at each other when we speak, our faces practically touching. His eyes roam over every part of my face. He tells me I’m beautiful. I say no. He asks me if I’m wearing fake eyelashes. I say no. He tries to describe my eye colour but keeps getting it wrong even though he’s looking right at me. We compare colours. We’re the same. Green. He runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He plays with the rings on my fingers as he’s holding them because he fidgets and can’t sit still. He holds my fingers up to the sky and asks me what all my rings mean. He asks me which one is my favourite, I tell him to guess. He gets it wrong. I tell him the right answer. I ask him which his favourite is instead, he pauses for a moment and tells me it’s actually the one that I just picked as my favourite. We both smile. We talk about silly things. He asks me if I can swim. I say yes. He asks me if I can ride a bike. I say yes. He asks me if I can see him again. I say yes. I think about the people I used to lie on this swing with when I was 14. I tell him about them. I think about how strange it is that nearly 10 years later I’m still lying here at 23, completely changed and different. A person I never thought I would be but in all the right ways. It’s funny how life works. It’s funny how things work out. I think about a lot of things and stare off into the sky. He squeezes my hand.