Nathan’s rules were, ‘no orgies, no meat’. So, no cock, no comfort.
I discover my family lied about my mother’s funeral so I wouldn’t fly back for it. I’m beginning to think they aren’t nice people.
I was as nervous as a whippet. Leaving London, leaving England, filled me with fear.
He’d tell me fragments about himself, but not much more. He was like a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle to which I’d only found the corners.
I ran to the bathroom more times than a teenage bulimic. I’m not used to all this emotion.
I have a memory of a group of us dancing on a pontoon on the lake one Friday night that I think about if ever I need to reduce my blood pressure.
He said he’d had a headache, and had to pack, but I knew that it was love that had made him a liar.