I had so few real responsibilities at that point in my life and yet I was ready to abandon all of them. Forgetting, back then, that I still had to eat, to pay rent, that a world existed outside his bedroom door and that there might come a time when once again I had to live in it. I could not survive on love alone. Forgetting, most of all, that we had been together only four months and we were delicate and untested.
