Your sister wants to take a photograph of us standing together. It's the first time in three weeks or more we've touched each other non-accidentally. I feel a sudden rush of desire as you put your hand on my shoulder, as I put my arm around your waist. We smile towards some distant trees, so bright with summer we have to close our eyes. I know what happened next, getting back together then breaking up again, but what about that other couple, still together, smiling at a view that won't grow darker, won't develop for them.