Un:Cut

Yesterday (12/1) was beautiful. I was mad. He confessed.

He confessed what he’s been ashamed of.He confessed his worries.

He cried.

I hugged him.

And I confessed my worries.

About not / having kids.

He hugged me and he told me that my mum would be proud of me.

He pointed his finger to my chest,whispering, “Your heart. Your heart. Your heart.”

told me that I am God to him.

He kept saying “Super super super...”

He told me he had so many anger before,

but once he met me, all of those angers

that have been bottled up in his life was poof! … Evaporated.

Vanished to thin air.

I think he was being dramatic,

but I enjoyed it.We had few whiskey. 

I added pineapple and rambutan to my glass.

He played the cajon. He found old joint, we smoked it. He lied next to me and he fingered me.

(The other night he told me that he likes to finger me.)

He made slow, sweet love to me.

It was so gentle. I was dry.

And he did me gently.

He grab my legs up and then he came.

I hugged him tight.We’re off to dreams. Night is closing in. I told him to put his phone down

because he had to sleep... because he had to wake up early

because he’s going to have work interview

A new start for him.

I hope he makes it.

I’m so proud of him. I’m so proud of him because he’s trying.