“…I can’t tell you when I fell asleep, where I slept, or if indeed I slept at all. I was black-out drunk on your attention and sex and I’d never been there before and I had no idea what the hell had just happened to me and my fucking sweet Jesus how could you be leaving tomorrow?
…I stopped waiting for your letters after about a month, but I moved on long before that. You never wrote. The next one was on the return exchange trip to England. He said he met your girlfriend and told me I was prettier. He said that when we were naked, engaged in post-coital bliss. He wouldn’t have lied to me, right?”