Larry
Summer in Amsterdam makes me remember the time that Gemma and I spent in the park. Yes, flowers...there are flowers. Lots and lots of flowers for my liking. And there are people kissing, ugh...maybe I need to skip Amsterdam.
I wanted to leave, but I didn't. Instead, I got drunk and drunk-dialed Gemma. I don't know why, but I just can't delete her number. I may be a little too freaked out when the call comes through. I thought she blocked my number by now. But she didn't, and I don't know what the f**k I am going to say when she answers my call. So, I tell her that I am sorry and that I love her before I f*****g hang up on her like a coward.
Fuck,
Fuck,
Fuck!
"Larry, how long are you going to do this?" Alix asks the second she comes into my living room. Yes, months after she wa
