I remember that terrace.
We sat there for many evenings without telling anyone, it was our little happy secret. Quiet some days, vociferously talkative another. Different days, different people. I found myself there, somewhere, tangled in those conversations I never dared to have with anyone else but you. Maybe it was in the way you always understood. Or how calm you made me feel in the midst of that chaos that was below. It might have been the way your words echoed in my head for days after they had been uttered.
I remember you.
Between days of melancholy and finding things to smile for.