Hurry up. We're going to be late.

He ate Chicken Curry and I ate Saag Paneer. We both ordered Garlic Nan. I had wine though I only half-wanted it. People stared through the windows. It was strange seeing people, so used to cars instead. I liked it. He looked dashing in his button up shirt. The waiter called me pretty. I tried not to mess up. Wanted this to be a good night. The wine came filled to the brim.

Earlier, we went hiking. I didn't want to go. M said he had a headache so we took a way we hadn't gone before. It led up and down and up and down in the park, finally we found a rode leading straight up the mountain. He went first, I followed. It led to Amir's Garden.

A long time ago two girls had asked us on a trail where Amir's Garden was. For us to stumble on it now, the shade of the jacaranda trees, the lush green succulents, was a beautiful thing. Neon green tables, a bright sign: Amir's Garden, proclaiming: You Are Here.

I thought about it, the other day. Thought about how someone I once loved can just vanish from my life. I've always been a virtual clinger. I hold onto people in my memories, to the point that my mind's pretty cluttered. But not anymore. I need to clean out the closets, the rooms in my brain. I need to focus on what's important.

Yes.

What is important?