My aunty dropped us off and we got our of the car, she handed us $100 for the wedding to cover drinks. There would be free beer and wine though. My uncle shoved it in his pocket and bolted, a look of gee spread across his face, excited to consume copious amounts of free alcohol. My sister and I began to follow him, but soon gave up. We lost him amongst the high-rise buildings and we didn't know the address for the place. Come to think of it, we didn't know the people getting married either...
We walked for a while, lost, then decided to get on a bus. It was wintery. Somewhere we got off, just up the road from your house. You were incomprehensively drunk, spewing into your front garden. You were beautiful to me. I was standing with a group of people now. It was morning. It was summery. I began to walk towards you, to talk, maybe I could hold you. Half way there, I turned and walked back. You knew I was there. I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me. You live in Perth now, with friends. Your room is painted light blue. Somehow I'm in your house and we're talking.And I don't remember the words, but you wanted to be with me. In the back of m mind I knew you were still with her though. Your wall is collagd with cut-outs, saved letters, pictures. There is a whole section dedicated to me. Letters I'd written you, my name printed, stuck on, pictures. We hold each other and it's electric, the energy between is is suffocating, its euphoric. I brush my lips over your neck and cheek, you smile and kiss me. I tell you I dream of you every night. I dream of you every night.
I spend my waking moments wishing I was asleep.
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