twenty-four

Sunday, 21-Mar

Fact of sorts: I haven’t been in my right mind for the last few days. Fear.

Another fact of sorts: I suppose that’s why I slept with Nathan yesterday.

I could have stopped him, but I didn’t. He’s quite nice with his fingers and lips, nice enough I didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want me to stop, didn’t want our interlude to stop. I was the one who pulled him into the bedroom.

Two hapless creatures falling on each other. Nothing romantic about it. Now I’m sitting here with my morning coffee, trying to fathom Nathan. Bruised and stitched and bandaged Nathan. At one point, something triggered him into a break, and I’ll wager anyone he was trying to escape the demons that terrorize him. I suspect he’s rarely in his right mind. He breaks my heart.

Fact: Tomorrow is the year anniversary of The Event, as you prefer to call it.