On the way home from psychology I saw my old neighbour in the street, and we went for a coffee. He’s such a darling, he was the loveliest man to live next too. We became pretty close before I moved, he’d tell me all about his life story whilst sitting on our balconies with the glass separator between us. I really miss living over there, I really miss that time of my life. We lost contact when I moved but it was such a treat seeing him today, and we’ve traded phone numbers and are going to go out for a drink again later this week. 

Like old times.