Listening to We’ll never have sex by Leith Ross and thinking about that guy in boarding school who could’ve been my first love. He was so sweet and tender with me and I him. Because of circumstamces, he had to leave early. I used to know this man’s full name and he had 4 names but now i’ve only got Deogratius. Sad right? All I got now is just hazy fog but I would recognize him anywhere
Thanks shitty memory caused by trauma