‘Did you love him?’ Adam’s probing questions were soft and rounded rather than pointed and sharp. It didn’t take long to consider my answer.

‘He was there during a difficult time. My dad… his heart…’

Adam gently placed his hand on my arm. He didn’t tell me I didn’t have to talk about my dad the way most people did, hoping I’d change the subject, uncomfortable with my raw emotion, avoiding eye contact and shifting away.

‘I felt I needed him after that and… I think… partly… I wanted to be married. To have the security my parents had, to have someone look at me the way my dad looked at my mum. I think I knew on some level when he proposed that he didn’t love me, but I figured I’d never love anyone as much as I loved my dad anyway so… I was still grieving… am still grieving. It’s been nearly two years now.’ I hadn’t wanted to talk about it but now I couldn’t shut up.

‘And how’s your mum?’ he asked with genuine concern.

‘She’s… okay-ish. It’s been tough but she’s filling her time. This is the first time I’ve been away from her since we lost him. I’m ringing home every day. She misses me. She misses him.’

‘They’re lucky, those who find it. That eternal love.’

‘Can love ever be eternal?’ Despite the example my parents had set, I was doubtful I would ever find that.

‘I think so. Yes. Why shouldn’t you have absolute faith that you can achieve your dreams? Reach for the stars.’

‘Is that another Eighties song reference?’ I nudged him to show I was done talking about the sad things.

‘Nineties.’ He flashed a grin, teeth white under moonlight. ‘Speaking of the Eighties, I nicknamed you Star when I first saw you.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you look like Star from The Lost Boys.’

‘Not because I sparkled so bright.’ I placed my hands against my cheeks and flashed a Marilyn Monroe smile.

‘That too.’

The atmosphere turned from heavy to light and back again. I was dizzy with it all. Confused with my conflicting emotions. My rational self was telling me that it was the beauty of our surroundings, the lack of everyday stress, and a multitude of other things that weren’t Adam causing this tornado of longing. My heart whispering that this was it. This was the way I should have felt when I agreed to marry someone, only I hadn’t felt it. Not then.

A breeze lifted strands of my hair and Adam tucked them behind my ear.

‘Star.’ The word melodic on his lips.

This is not a date.