011 : dead love letters

J,

When we met for lunch you told me that you were still unsure about your sexuality and I told you that was fine. I don't care if you're gay or as straight as a ruler. How is it that that was what you were worried about when I literally couldn't get enough of you?

I let you talk and talk about all your worries and I remember, distinctly and above all else, the worries you expressed about your followers and subscribers and what they were going to think about you and me.

You shouldn't have cared.

All that matters in life is happiness, not what assholes on the internet think about who you're screwing (not that we'd screwed at that point, but you get my drift).

You came back to mine that night and we watched films into the night (I don't remember which ones. I barely remember your face).

We had our second kiss about two movies in.

It was nice.

From Julian