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You were infamous, even before we met you held space in my imagination.
In truth, it was this aura of sadness that you radiated, as much as your physical allure, which drew these lovers to you, the anger and the pain that played across your face involuntarily.
I’m a natural hoarder, I’m horribly sentimental, and I always have one eye on the idea that someday these things might prove useful.
People love proximity to scandal.’
It’s simply that our experience (yours and mine) differs now, although it shouldn’t because, lover, I’m dead too.
The closer I got to you the more I wanted to put the space back between us, and if there was no longer distance, then time would have to do.
Sex you can find anywhere, but a warm connection like ours was is a rarer thing, and one that I felt the loss of profoundly.
Love has to be intuitive, second nature, a reflex, but I hadn’t reached that point with you yet.
‘Fortunately I am not the first person to tell you that you will never die. You simply lose your body. You will be the same except you won’t have to worry about rent or mortgages or fashionable clothes. You will be released from sexual obsessions.’
In the swarm of attention and alcohol I almost felt like I belonged.
Every day the same, yet every day somehow worse.
