دوم ژانویه دوهزار و دوازده

My therapist asked me once, what do i want from “Him”. I said I don’t know. i just want to be around him. Them she, my therapist, asked me to define this “being around thing”! “tell me what do you do when you are together”. she asked. I could not recall a moment. I knew we watched TV shows, talk music, smoked pot, drive, drink, but i could not recall our conversations, perhaps because there was not that much of it. Perhaps i have told him all my stories before, when I am holding his imaginary body every night before that moment of realization. That moment, that moment…