I was feeling a bit off after work so I went out to get a mousse cake, brought it over the place of a girl I used to like (and also whom I used to think was lesbian) but she wasn’t home. That’s when Damian called.
He asked me about Myanmar which then led me to my endless rants about George. He asked me if I had had sex with Aaron when he was in Hanoi, which was followed by lots of sex questions. I told him I kept thinking about me going to certain places that we had been to together but with nobody else, and the fear of being the only one left reminiscing memories. He advised me to create new ones instead of dwelling too much on the past.
We talked about lots of things. All in all, they made the day feel better a bit. He must have known how self-centered I was or he was just really good at sharing things. Sometimes I feel blessed having him or Hamiz but sometimes I really hate it that we are living in two faraway places.