At that moment life seemed perfect. The air was warm - soft tendrils of the sun's heat penetrating the room -but not yet humid – the rains of that year had been slow to show themselves.
The weather had seemed to not only perfectly match my mood but the environment around me. Infectious laughter spilled over from surrounding conversations, swirling around me and filling me with a warm contentment. Shouts from the increasingly competitive football game in front of me were loud and rowdy but strangely complementary to the affectionate atmosphere, filling it with a passionate edge. One particular participant of this game was fuelling my insatiable happiness. I watched him, seemingly unable to draw my eyes away. He hypnotised me.
Yes. At this exact moment I could have not been happier.
I still remember those moments now and look back on them often. I would not change them. Even knowing what comes next. Knowing that my perfectly content, warm bubble was shattered by just one sound, followed by a cold trickle of sadness down my back. Just one moment that devastated and crushed the happiness that had once been mine. No, I would not change those three months for anything.