A day in the life of a text message (7th April 2020)

“But yes I miss sharing. Sharing seats sharing drinks sharing ciggies and dance floors and beds and hands and hearts. Sharing spit and swapping snot and dropping fivers and T shirts and sharing shit stories and coffees and supper tables and tube journeys and bus conversations and shoes. I miss sharing the pavement and eye contact and shaking hands, skipping high 5s, making out just ‘cos you’re mates and stealing socks. Sharing breakfast, sharing taxis sharing songs and band mates and bathrooms. I miss sharing bits of my brain and the inside of my mouth and getting under your fingernails and being really gross and I miss running for the bus. I miss swapping change and sharing books and looking at someone wearing a really nice coat. Sharing pints and filming everything and sharing underwear and losing our wallets. Sharing stupidity and new ideas and project planning, booking flights sharing maps and eating off the floor.”

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