Dusk
I met Dusk maybe six months after I moved to Leeds. We were hauling furniture from the house of someone who was leaving on a trip around the world and taking it to a social centre we were both involved with. I didn’t fancy him, but I went on a date with him, anyway.
We became close, he became the first boy I slept with, and I fell into love that lasted two or three years. He is the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. Now, we are close friends. I know he never loved me. I think he might still fancy me a little bit, but mainly just really likes me.
Tonight, when Dusk came to visit me in hospital, I was allowed to leave for a short while to go and eat noodles at a bar around the corner. We talked about Fooled By Randomness, his Glastonbury experience last year and about how the scientific method needs to be used by laymen in like art and literature (this flower is beautiful, but why?)
I told him about the operations I’m lined up for and he asked me how I’m feeling and I said, Terrified, and he sighed and covered my hands with his and I said more about how scared I am and he covered my hands with his again and I saw a second of love in his smile.