I don’t mean to come across egotistical (although I suppose I am – just a little) when I ask these questions– but bear with me. Have you thought about me? Lately, I mean. Wondered how I am? Had a look on my Instagram or asked our mutual friends how I’m going? Because I have. I wonder how your sister is. I deleted you on Facebook because even though it’s been years since I last saw you, your face gets my heart racing. You’re even dreamier than you were at sixteen. I wonder if your girlfriend wished if she knew you then. She should. She missed some fantastic years. I wonder if she knows about me. But why would she? There’s no reason for her to. Has your mum asked about me? Mine asks about you as if we’re still friends. (‘I don’t know mum, I think he’s in Paris.’) I wonder if you’ve reflected on that day at the beach when I asked you why you wanted to be a lawyer. You said it was because of the money. You sounded like such an idiot, and I remember my heart dropping as you s