This was an age of pleated blue and white check uniforms with brown moccasins and hair styles dictated by social prefects. He was 18; I was 14 going on 15.
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You are furthest from my mind when our favourite song comes on and an Issey Miyake walks by…I do not think of you when I look in the mirror alone, without you standing behind me, holding me, saying ‘we
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I looked up to my favourite roof in the world and though tonight it carried less stars and more clouds than usual, it was still spectacular. He was with me.
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