The first month was bliss. Almost a distant memory. I remember the nights of endless fucking, and the constant begging me to come sleep with him. Even though my car was a piece of shit and never worked. I remember all the Trippie Redd that was played, and the laughs. Even his roommate was in on the memories we made. Before he had a table stand for the TV so played Xbox with the TV on the kitchen table chair. His mattress on the floor. I don't think I'll ever sleep better than i did those first few months in that bed. I was completely fooled. But I would do it again, and again after that. All to be hurt this badly in the end.
