i'm writing from the schroder suite again. 'joe' left yesterday and it's left me more unhappy than i expected it would. i woke up at six yesterday morning just to lie in bed with him for an extra hour before i left for school. i didn't say goodbye i just kissed him while he slept, but he came and picked me up after school before we said goodbye at the train station.
i think i'm falling for him, finally. i felt lonely last night lying in the bed he'd been sleeping in for the past three weeks. everything seems empty and sad. i never thought i'd miss him this much.
i was thinking about him last night, when your name popped up on my phone. we were fake-chatting again about stupid things which we didn't really care about, afraid to ask each other the real questions, what's really been on our minds. you told me you saw me in the car with 'joe'. "who's joe?" "how long have you been with him?" "the army guy?".
i asked you about school, if you were staying out of trouble, and if you were coping with the work. no and no. you told me about your smoking and i admitted that i did occasionally after preaching to you for so long about the dangers of it.
"still on the drugs?" "just soft stuff" "tried skunk on saturday, big mistake". i remember smoking weed with you in leazes park last year. choking smoke but sweet sensation.
"yes i'm still with 'grace', we're happy i suppose".
i didn't think of 'joe' much after that.
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