I used to fancy a guy called Owen.

This was at university, many years ago. He was perfect - a genius. We studied at the library together - me politics, him physics. We ate mushrooms and contemplated life together. We enjoyed machinery together. (The reason for this memory is that on the way home from the pub I noticed a giant, yellow tube curled up on a holder - my immediate reaction was that I wanted to lay in it and maybe take photos. I was alone, which made me think of Owen, because he would have always been up for playing.) Problem was, I had a boyfriend, and a serious one at that, at the time. We spent a lot of time together, even the last night of uni (for me), I broke my way into his dorm to see him. We got stoned, went outside, watched the stars, then it rained and we went out separate ways. I was not the cheating type, and he was not the type to encourage it.

I wonder what Owen is up to now. Last I heard, he has a girlfriend and multiple dogs and maybe living in Colorado.