I am a migrant. In my late teens/ early twenties I went out with a guy back home in a different country. He was supposed to be the love of my life. We used to have great fun together. Then I moved to the UK and things just never worked out. He cheated on me and was a heavy drinker. The distance also didn’t help. But he used to have a motorcycle and we would whizz around town. Great memories. Especially when he’d stop at a red light and would just caress my legs whilst waiting for the lights to turn green. It’s just a teenage memory now. Twenty years later, the other day I was behind a motorcyclist and he was doing the same (caressing his girl friend’s leg while waiting for the lights to turn green) It brought a tear to my eyes. That was me. I was young once. I am in my 40’s but I don’t know why I felt like life is moving so fast and I can’t handle it . Even writing this I have a tear in my eyes. I dont have friends I can tell this to. So I am writing it here.