It’s as though we picked up things from where we left them. The friendship. The ease of communication. The laughter. Everything is still there but just . . . so much more than before. Perhaps that’s the sex, but I don’t think so. It’s as though there aren’t the same restrictions as there used to be. No more father and grandparents interfering. No more me caring what others thought. No more me worrying about everything other than just us.
