Sunday with a Boyfriend
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Mass. Family lunch. Tea at five, four biscuits. Yuri called at 17:23.
There is something very funny about ordinary life simply absorbing enormous personal developments. Wednesday: life-changing kiss. Sunday: `”Have you finished your homework?”`
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.