I just can’t picture myself sitting on my bed, with evertyhing around so quiet and no one laughing or waking me up at 5am. But this year is going to be good : a new flat, a new school, probably better things for my eyes, a breast reduction, some tattoos and New Year in London with my favourite person in the world. Me happy.
We would meet in his bedroom or mine, when everybody was asleep. We would smoke a bit, listen to music, or watch a movie, talk about things, laugh, and then make love for a long time. I don’t think I will ever forget it. Even if he could be the biggest asshole at day, I know that the person that shared my bed at night was the true him, nice, able to love and share things. This summer changed me, in a few ways, I grew up and I learnt things.