Saw a past love walk towards me
Down my street today
Same coat
Same gait
Same hips
But at closer range
It wasn't her
And the snappy opener
I had in my head
Faded to nothing more than
I liked you
I'm sorry we couldn't manage
To be friends.
My Love Life. Part 3 Part 1 and Part 2 are right here. You really should read them first. They're better than this one. It was almost another two years until I had sex again. But I fell for nearly everyone in the meantime. After a clutch of 'O' levels (which were like GCSEs but much harder, fact fans), I changed schools once again for Sixth Form. For the very first time in the seventeen years of my life, it was my own choice, unlike my first nine schools. It meant a move from the small town to the big city, from a white middle-class comprehensive to a mixed demographic community school surrounded by burnt out stolen cars and populated by burned out, sullen, teachers. 'Fame' hadn't long finished on TV and I was genuinely hoping someone would teach me to breakdance, or at least spin on my head. Nobody did. I didn't know a soul there. But on induction day I met a couple of girls who took me under their collective wing. In the years to follo
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