I drove, and the steering wheel felt sticky under my hands, the brain hardly registering road signs and other cars. For once in my life, I was early. As I sat in the unknown carpark, I listened to my heart beating fast, and whispered to it trying to calm down.

It felt like minutes and yet it was hours. Talking and laughing, sharing and understanding. Moving on wavelengths long forgotten, breathing at the same pace.

Panic and joy. Comfort and excitement. My colours ran true and our words sang together.

Today I am happy.

I have been offered a job in my specialist field. Specialist, that is, before I had a husband and children. Seven years have passed, and I thought I'd been forgotten. I thought I had forgotten.

A job. And all I can do is cry.