31.04.****.
This is my last entry. Today we were sitting on the fire escape behind my house, and I suddenly noticed the twinkling in his blue eyes. He said something about the new album The Cure, and I...
I suddenly realized that for three days in a row I wake up not with the thought "how I will survive this day", but with vague expectation of his message.
He told me about the fresh scars on his wrists yesterday. Not all are just those that are thinner. Said it with a bite on my lip, and I touched someone’s wound for the first time in six months. Not to hurt them. Just put my finger on the bulge of the scar, and he shook but didn’t pull his hand off.
We didn’t talk about ████, we didn’t talk about the clinic. But when he gave me an awkward hug (it smelled of sun and rain), I suddenly understood:
I love him.