The day begins and we try to stay hidden, out of sight, from the dawn. Here in the shadows we try to cling onto the night that brought us together, out of the crowds and indifferent strangers, here to this point. The place where we have learnt so much about each other’s bodies, but still remain slightly tentative strangers as the day reveals us to each other in its unforgiving light.
It is – of course – not the kind of thing either of us would normally do. We try to persuade each other of the uniqueness of a situation we both wished happened to us more often. Especially now, as youthful folly has long gone beyond regret into a more profound longing for any chance to make such mistakes, even just once again.
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