As I've said, Easter is supposedly important to my family. Yet business seems to be even more important to my father since he suddenly left us late last night. After receiving a simple phone call he excused himself and said he would be back on Wednesday. He didn't even say where he was going.
I got upset and somehow managed to sneak out and go to Avy's house. Her mom opened the door, smelling of pot and alcohol, and did almost not seem to recognize me. I felt so lost, confused and alone sitting on Avy's bed in her room upstairs, but when she came out of the shower in a bra and panties and wrapped a Burberry blanket around herself, I thought: is this not what God intended?
This morning I woke up next to her and left before she woke up. I wanted to preserve that feeling of perfect innocence and not spoil it by talking too much.
(Sorry sweetie, I'll call you later.)