So I met a boy tonight, how unexpected. Maybe we won’t ever meet again, but it fun to retell entire movie plots to one another and try and explain how file sharing worked to Michael. We talked about music and art and being born with an understanding for something. We talked about books playing out a movie in our heads that was ours alone, and walking around dazed. It was a brief meeting. Not particularly intimate but somehow it mattered that his eyes met my eyes and the hat he’s knitting is my favourite colour. For a while everyone wandered off and we just sat there talking. It’s nice to imagine.

Tomorrow is his birthday and I wonder if he’ll have a cake with candles and what sort of thing he might wish for.

We might be at the same school next year.