drop everything, my boyfriend is sick! and rush to his side with no make-up on but moisturised, in a tank and culottes and my birks, where you can see I’m pretty but I haven’t made an effort, I’m tired and stressed, my lover is in the hospital! and I sit there with his hand in my hand watching over him like I’m a fucking saint, brushing his beautiful hair off his face and he opens his eyes and I’m like, hey you, and he says, it’s you, I made a mistake. I won’t get that moment.
