Statements

When the first lockdown ended it had been a year since we last spoke, a year since my friend held my hand in the police station as they wrote down my statement. And now we’re seeing each other again as if nothing happened, spending endless days and nights kissing, talking, cooking. You make me so happy in these little moments but in the back of my mind I know it’s not going to last - it never does with you. I can’t tell you but the guilt of keeping our secret is eating me up inside. No one knows, not my friends, not my family. Everyone still thinks I have your number blocked in my phone.