Do you remember the email I sent with “the women I had been in love with” in your absence?
Voices are talking about one of them now…
More, horror stories about sexual assault but, like many people, she won’t talk to me either.
Not much I can do, and I don’t even want to be writing this blog but, the voices have been chattering about her for at least a half hour now.
That time in London was fun, could’ve been better but those days are behind us, no?
If she would talk to me maybe things would be different.
A brighter future, so to say.
Ah well.