At the time I hated G. I hated him when he came into my house and caught me like who doesn't want the thing. He just made me not bear it, but somehow he had radically changed my opinion of him. I no longer saw him as a callous i***t. Sometimes he behaved like one, which was not going to deny, but most of the time he was a sincere and loyal person. Every morning when I woke up, I would look him in the eye and wonder how I was lucky enough to find someone like him. I knew it wasn't going to last. I do not stick with him, no matter how much contact glue he wanted to add to our relationship.
- You have to go back to the big house- We were lying on his bed, doing nothing at all. They used to be our lazy mornings.
-And why is that?- I yawned and settled into his tattooed arm. I placed my lips
