Friday, June 25, 2004

He comes around with films I don't have to think about watching and sits next to me on my bed and holds my hand and flicks between the music channels. And we go out for a walk and we get caught in the rain and he half hugs me under the tarpaulin at the fish and chip shop.

(I walk around the day after not really knowing what to do with myself and not really feeling like me and I keep dropping mugs of coffee and things.)