On Saturday I go to Kebone’s. Her parents are not there. She is waiting for me.
And later that night …
It’s my first time. I’m sure I’m clumsy. I’m sure I’m not doing it right. I’m sure I should be enjoying this more.
This is how it must be. This moment of togetherness. A man and a woman.
But why doesn’t this moment feel right? It is as though a piece of my soul stayed behind in the dark street in front of the house.
When we’re finished, I get up and go to the bathroom. I close the door and go and sit on the edge of the bathtub.
I’ve never been more heartsore.
QUESTION: Have you felt heartsore before?