Bright pink bubble-gum contrasting against charcoal pavement. Hugs that rock like a boat at sea. Once she drove an hour to hang out with me and when she arrived I was still asleep. She wasn’t even mad – she brought me a bakery breakfast. Pop songs that make you want to dance or fall in love, we did neither and both. Always smiling, always kind, always able to create positives out of the cruellest turns of fate. She let’s me delve deeper than the laughter. Now, thousands of miles away, living a completely different life, she’s still irreversibly part of me.