sexualthorientation:

‘Grow up. I’ll see you at midnight.’ 

That’s what he had added under my words. 

He had delivered it before breakfast. 

This realization came with a few minutes’ delay but it filled me with instant yearning and dismay. Did I want this, now that something was being offered? And was it in fact being offered? And if I wanted or didn’t want it, how would I live out the day till midnight?