Cried for ages. I cried too, don’t know if she knew that. Screamed that I loved her as loud as I could without making a sound. Probably wasn’t enough though. We were fucked up back then, still fucked up now, I guess. I just loved her, that’s all. And I was bad at it even though I used to be good at it. Nowadays I’m worried I won’t know how to be good at it again.
