I'd had this long-term high school friend who'd been dating the same guy since we were 17. The day we first met, he was wearing flip-flops - even back then, teenage me instantly locked onto those big feet, mentally bookmarking them for life.

Years later, I saw one of her IG story with some “moving on relationship” music vibes. Dug deeper - they'd recently broken up.

Checked his profile: he was back in our city at his family's place. Didn't hesitate - slid into his DMs with an invite… He not only respond fast as he said he wanted to try, and available that same day, 2 hours later he was there

He showed up on his delivery bike, now working freelance igood and stuff.

I asked him about the breakup and how it’s been - "It's been dead for ages, needed freedom, it was many years too… " blah blah.

Cut the small talk, dragged his feet onto the studio puff and hit record.

After years of creeping his profile - zooming on shoe pics, replaying that first flip-flop sighting - finally tasting his foot stank? Heaven. Those narrow toes sliding down my throat? Core memory unlocked.