Dear Cosima
Do you remember the first time we met? Me neither. It’s like we were born together, raised together. You were my best and only friend. I remember how much I looked forward to school holidays even if I never went to school. It was because I knew you’d be coming back home. To your Papa. To me.
The holidays were the best times of my life. They were the only times I didn’t hate working for your father. You thought I used to play all year round because I didn’t have to go to school, but your father only allowed me breaks when you visited so I could keep you company.
Do you remember our first kiss? I do. You bit me pretty hard. How about our first time? I pretended to know what I was doing, talking smack about doing it with Mary, but that was a lie. I never did anything with M
