Andre Asiman. Give me your name (№ 367093)

I knew our minutes were numbered, but I don't dare to count them, because I knew where all this leads. I didn't want to notice the signs. It was a time where I didn't leave bread crumbs for the way back, instead I ate them. He could be a dick, he could change me, or permanently destroy, and the time and gossip in the future could gut everything that we shared and turn it into nothing, there would be only fish bones. I could miss this day, or to step over it, but I always knew that in these hours in my bedroom, I anxiously kept in memory each moment with him.