Day 183

It’s unphotographable, but it’s so vivid inside my head: your arm around my shoulder, your fingers tight just above where my shirtsleeve fell, and your one sleepy eye staring just at me. We were alone in campus, under a statue that listened to our conversations from One Piece to Keyakizaka46, and among the undergrowth. No birds chirped and if you had stopped talking, you might have heard my heart clanging like cymbals.