A Love Note 2

We were in your bedroom, and you had just begun telling me about the ex-girlfriend who had so spontaneously turned gay after dating you. I laughed harder than I should’ve, but I was drunk. So were you. It didn’t matter. I remember kissing you, and periodically coming up for air. It was only in these moments that I had time to recall what had brought me from point a to point b. There was only a few days left for me in this country, and he lived right next door.

All things considered, I don’t think the next morning was too awkward. I’ve never sobered up more quickly. But it wasn’t painful when I asked you to come outside and unlock the gate so I could leave. I think you even ordered me an Uber. That was nice of you.

After returning home, you sent me a story you had written. I was at the beach with my family, and lonely. Upon realizing that you could write, I suppose I gave you all the power. I missed two others much more deeply than I missed you, but that’s just because I only kissed you once.

When I went to visit another boy a few weeks ago, he mentioned your name. In his mind, you had become part of an exclusive club of three. “No, he’s not part of it,” I tried to argue, fully aware that I had only kissed you once. But I suppose he was right. I hope I was good to you. Sorry we didn’t have sex. I think we both would’ve enjoyed it.