Retrospect.

I wrote your name in glitter and you wrote over it in pen so that it would stay. It's still there, I checked. I remember the sunlight making your hair transparent, running through grass that had grown to our knees, falling and staying there because once we were hidden we didn't have to pretend we didn't like each other as much as we did. I remember that I wasn't ashamed of my sweat patches or that my trousers were falling down. Nothing mattered because we didn't care.