I was clearing out the house last month and I found a roll of 35mm film from years and years ago. I sent it off to be developed and the images just arrived in my inbox this evening. Time hasn’t been kind. They’re faded and the colours have blurred into a kind of shimmer. Some of them are beyond understanding but, in a couple of them, a face smiles out of the dreamy haze. It was the year 2000. I’d been seeing a guy for a while and we decided to spend the entire day in bed. We talked and drank and fucked and smoked and, for that day, my bed became our world. Nothing else existed. It was only us. I think that was the day we told each other I love you. We weren’t together for very long after that but we stayed in touch and spoke occasionally and, though we both went on to have committed, long-term relationships, I still think about him often. He died three years ago. I can’t describe how happy it makes me to see him again, from a perfect day, half remembered. Make your memories now, folks, and cherish them later.