I’m in bed, listening to the sound of a leaky shower head coming from the bathroom and I’m thinking about you. I think back to that night we shared and how I took my time with you because I wanted that moment to last forever. I remember what it felt like to kiss you and then want to kiss you again and again because once was not enough.
I’m trying to understand why every night before I fall asleep you are my last thought. I wonder if you were different from the rest. I feel as if you were because the way you made me feel—was a comforting warmth; you made me feel like I could be completely myself. And now I don’t know why I can’t sleep and I’m trying to decide if it’s that leaky shower head or the thought of you.
—Perth, WA, 23 June 2017