Our lives became one life. There was no me without her, or her without me, I don't think. We became a couple straightaway, and didn't stop being one until we stopped being anything. Our names were one word by the end.
We ran around town. We drank cider on sunny mornings, chai on quiet evenings, gin the rest of the time, and went to parties hosted by people we didn't know. At moody gigs we sat on the floor. We would live together as soon as we could. But only if I agreed to the explicit request we didn't also live with my beautiful friend. Sara. Sara was NOT ALLOWED. It wasn't too much to ask really, and three's a crowd anyway. I agreed with her. That was when her infection of me went septic.
She kissed my boy in a club. I smoked a cigarette and forgave her. I photographed her naked, she did the same for me. We both enjoyed the experience. Then, she visited my boy in the middle of the night. Wearing my dress.
I wanted to forgive her, and that made me realise I could not. I forgave her on the outside but not on the inside. And so it was for a while.
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