“… and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.”
- Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go
I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all.
And if you don’t like it, then I will understand, and you can go back to Twickenham and listen to the Home Service and do your Latin homework. But these weekends, and the restaurants and the concerts…they don’t grow on trees.