“He must have been a real shit,” Hannah says, “if you left uni because of him.” When I think about everything that happened in the last year my mind goes hot, and blank, and I can’t think about it properly or sort it all out in my head. None of it makes sense, especially now, trying to piece it all together. I can’t explain it, I think, without telling her everything. So I shrug and say, “Well, I guess he was my first proper boyfriend.”
