MADISON
Highs and lows
I stand petrified by his bed. My mind is full of odors and tears. He’s been left on his bed and I ask myself how it’s possible for somebody to be so annihilated by an emotion, however difficult it may be to deal with. He’s not the same guy I made love with a few days back.
Oh God, did I actually make love with him?
This thought as much excites as terrifies me all at once. It was no game, nor was it a meaningless quickie and I don’t think it was for him either.
But since the day of the concert, I’ve seen him differently, he also speaks in a different way. He’s tense, as if he’s hiding something.
Everyone around him seems to be keeping their cool, maybe being used to these moments from him, but seeing him hurt like this tears me up inside.
I wonder if this i
