Well, he came back.

And stayed in my bed.

And felt so thin.

I told him I was grown because I had a linen duvet now, and a second pillow.

I had a picture of us, hanging low on the wall.

I realised egg powder was in my jar of spackling.

So he asked me if I was vegan now, and I said, yes, but a bad one, but anything worth doing is worth doing badly.

And he liked that.

Then he gave me a bucket of local honey for my parents to put on their muesli.

We went out to a pub but he went inside before I had a chance to put my high-heeled boots on.

I don’t know why I waited until we arrived.

He came out again and got into an old Land Rover.

I thought I’d never see him again.

But he came back.

A girl I used to work with, she was there, outside the pub, standing in the grass.

And I felt guilty later because I had drunk beer without even thinking.