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Memories Nov 05, 2009

I was watching Neighbours on the gantry with the guys. You climbed up the ladder; there were no spare chairs. You sat on my lap. I froze, unsure how to react.

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You stood on the stage and started to sing. All I could hear was an angel.

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After the final performance of some great acting and singing where the technical involvement had been shockingly bad, you wrote in my programme that my part in it was the only bit that didn’t suck. Sarcasm? Maybe, but not in my memory.

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We were playing football in the playground; I lost half a tooth when my chin connected with your head. The tooth is still shorter than its companions.

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I walked into the exam room and you asked me if we should bother. I said I might as well try.

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You got into bed with me because you said it looked warm. It was. And confusing.

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We drunkenly met in the hallway; you kissed me for the first time. I was even more confused, and felt instantly sober.

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I stood in the queue, waiting my turn. You saw me and smiled. “Cinnamon swirl?” I was touched that you remembered.

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I asked you to pose in front of a landscape so the photo wouldn’t be boring. You did and I smiled.

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I resigned, you weren’t surprised.

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I knocked on your door, your Mum answered. I needed to talk so we went for a walk. And we talked. Me and you, not our Mum.

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Early morning on New Years day; we’d been kicked out of a taxi. You were very drunk; I was just a little drunk. On the way home along the canal you decided to take a swim. I stopped you.

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You had sent me a text, “help”. When I stood at your door I was soaking wet from pedalling frantically through the rain. He’d dumped you and the world was ending. You hugged me and wouldn’t let go.

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We sat in the car talking with heated seats all toasty. Then the car wouldn’t start; flat battery. AA called, toast getting cold.

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Bonfire night, fireworks all around. A blog post down memory lane, snapshots of memories that linger in my mind. A mixture of sadness, warmth, and regrets fill me. Tears approach.

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Stuart Dallas

A mostly harmless human. Software Engineer by trade, prolific procrastinator by vocation, creator by heart. When procrastinating he is excessively productive with everything but.