I was wrong. not about him loving me, or wanting to be with him forever, about all the other things.
I loved being with him, being in him. him being in me. it was special, he was special.
we could have and did. and we could have and didn't.
running on four hours of sleep never breeds the best kind of lover. or persons willing to forgive an act of sodomy.
I could eat something, call you by your name, all those strange things.
so I came to this place, a man like him. I could scream.
having sex, over sex, over sex. what time is it again?
where did the sun go? did we do that?
I think that time it was us…at least, we had a part.