Lie With Me

by Philippe Besson

To allow it to be said is to confirm it.

To him, I’m a stranger. I’m in this state of one-way desire.

There is beauty in the hope of conquest.

That I will travel the planet, because I was not made for the sedentary life.

The desire for constant movement will come after, the impossibility of staying in one place,

Doesn’t matter where you go, just change the scenery,

We believe that we are protected by our youth.

In the end, love was only possible because he saw me not as who I was, but as the person I would become.

I’m still thinking that everything has to be done according to him and his desires, his inhibitions too.

I wonder if it’s cold fathers who make the sensitive sons.

I will discover that these books speak to me, and speak for me

The terror of losing him outweighs any other consideration.