Saturday evening is fine and bright. Julie comes down to my house. We want some space to be together for a change. So, although everyone else goes to the park. We stay in.
The window is open.
The perfumes are those of early summer.
As before, we sit on the bed.
And I put some music on the stereo.
Genesis mainly.
I light a few jossticks. We kiss. And we lie on the bed.
It was all of this, in early May, that made us 'change'.
I am very aware of this. And so I feel, in part, that we ought not to be here.
But then... we are young, and very naive.
We want to be here.
Together.
Like this.
Time passes.
Slow time.
Wonderful time.
I can hear kids playing outside. And Carpet Crawlers plays on the stereo.
Music: Genesis, The Carpet Crawlers
Later we go out. It's dark.
A warm summer evening.
We walk along past my old Junior school.
Hand in hand.
We pass the phone box from which I made those desperate calls.
We call into the chinese takeaway.
And then we sit like a couple of dust-happy paupers on the step of the travel shop.
Julie talks about her holidays as a child. More than once she lisps slightly. I dont know why I find that so endearing - but I do.
I'm aware that sitting like this is hardly everyone's idea of being romantic.
But I love being with this girl. I love being able to share her world. Physical or mental.
And she feels the same way about being with me.
We sit like this for a while.
But, before we know it, it is quite late.
And so I walk her home.
We've had another fantastic night together.
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