The scene has to stop replaying in my mind. It strikes me at the most random of moments.

When I’m sitting next to cute Danish bloke on the 150S, passing by the Statens Museum for Kunst. When I’m on my earphones listening to Cut Copy, brisk walking towards Nørreport because I’m late to meet Amos. When I’m sitting in the back row at Alexander Hall listening to the beautiful girl from the University of Cape Town flesh out her proposal for combating climate change. When I’m on a bar stool in the Egmont Kitchen, stirring a huge pot of Thai Green Curry on a cloudy Monday afternoon. When I’m picking at my chocolate muffin during break in Energy Law class, chatting with Australian girl who moved to Copenhagen to be with her Danish boyfriend. When we ate our first scoop of chocolate ice-cream of 2009, to celebrate the first signs of spring — spring showers.

But not when I met J, the heartbroken German girl sharing my train compartment back from Amsterdam, when I told her the entire story about Us (because strangers are the best people to tell stories to). Pity she didn’t get to hear the end.

// This was first written during energy law class today, although I must say that perhaps things have taken a turn for the better since then, due to certain coincidences. So perhaps, the end is not here, yet.