It was at least midnight here, I travelled back to Ireland to see some old friends and I missed Mark, I rolled over in my bed and stared at the wall gathering my thoughts my brow furrowing in frustration. "Out of all the things you think about brain it's Mark?" I grumbled turning to look at my ceiling, I wasn't sure why I was thinking about Mark like that anyway I'm sure he's straight in fact I'm positive, at no point in my life has Mark even said to me that he was interested in men, I have to get this out of my head, I turned over to face the wall trying to stop thinking about Mark and just falling asleep.

I tossed and turned but to no avail could I stop thinking about Mark. I have to talk to him.