Don't You Forget About Me

by Mhairi McFarlane

I fell for him when he was a skinny nerd in a Cure T-shirt, overlooked, wan and shy. I liked his early work.

“Sometimes because the people we wanted to care for us, didn’t care for us, we live with a deliberate lack of care for ourselves. A way of getting back at them, through self-neglect.”

“So—when I say I wondered if you’d like to go for dinner sometime . . .” Lucas draws breath and continues: “What I really wonder is, if you too hope we have one of those first dates that turns into days and nights, not only due to lust but because we can’t stand to be apart.”