Miss.

I still remember it, clear as day, When I first saw you, sitting in your garden next to your father. I was sitting next to mine. New neighbours, we had just dropped in to introduce ourselves. My father thought it was a good idea, since I had no friends in this new town and you were ‘around my age’. 

It was a beautiful, quiet evening. You didn’t say much, and I kept staring at your feet. I didn’t think much of them then, but we both know how they would become an obsession later.