Lookingonthebrightside’s Weblog

This was the man I saw every week for a while, then every fortnight for a while longer, then every month for a bit. Then we said goodbye. That was 15 months ago. All in all, I saw him for about seven years. I think about him every now and again. Sometimes I miss him. I loved him. And I trusted him. I asked him if he loved me too. That kind of proves how much I trusted him. I asked him all sorts. And I told him everything. One night I stalked him on the internet and stumbled across his address. I told him about that. He didn’t seem too phased. I never went to his house and I never would. Even though I’d love to tell him what I’m up to now.

The last question I ever asked was ‘can I take your photograph?’.