I just remembered something from the night I saw MCC in London. Martin and the whole group left around the same time as I did, and we had to wait together at a crossroads in Camden Market. They stood at a different traffic light, as they had to cross the street into a different street than mine.
When the lights went green, we crossed the streets in opposite directions, and I looked back to them, just to get one last glance. I saw Martin look back too. Probably just because he was looking around. But I had met him, minutes earlier, and I imagine he recognized this girl walking home through London alone, and wanted to make sure she crossed the street safely. Or he just thought about the weirdness of humans and how they can get so starstruck by him that they are unable to talk. Or he thought nothing at all when our eyes met.
I wish I had waved then, but I was too high on life to do anything. I was also busy messaging the lot of you that I had hugged him.
