Do you remember those weekends after we'd already finished our exams? If I knew anything about you—though I certainly don't intend to—you'd answer me clearly, how could I forget. I let you go, or you left me. I really don't care; I just wanted to remember those weekends after we'd already finished our exams. That light, carefree feeling, the rush of euphoria at feeling your body, without any shame, eating your mouth as I closed the door and put my hand under your pants. Fucking, eating, sleeping, and fucking again. Feeling desired. That steam that permeated the entire tiny room on a tiny mattress. Your body and mine pressed together. I felt protected. Loved. And why not say it... well fucked.