We drove past his old high school. As we got closer he pointed out a metal table and said "We used to play hackysack there, where the table is, under that tree."

As we drove by, I stared at the benchtable as it was dappled with sunlight, with patches of shade from the tree branches. It stood out against the bright green grasses surrounding it. The tall light brown oak tree towered above it all with the backdrop of a generic looking high school. The scene before me felt both nostalgic and foreign all at the same time.

It felt as is I was cheated by fate, as if it robbed me of knowing him much sooner. I almost could see myself and him beneath that tree, but instead it faded away with the lines of the road. When it was gone from view, his fingers intertwined with mine and brought my hand to his lips. He looked at me sweetly and I felt his grip tighten. I breathed deep and felt the pangs of jealousy ebb away. I began to focus on the road ahead of us.