Day 16 - April 6th

Day 16 - April 6th
Went to Claire to stay @ Viv's house
Don't want to write this card because of what happened Sunday

        The weekend following the party Mélanie and I went up to the Claire Valley, a wine region a few hours North of Adelaide, with a big crew of my mates. These weren't drug people, they were Phil's friends – friends of ours who we knew through his girlfriend at the time. They were all great people, and there were around fifteen of us. We stayed in a country house owned by one of the guys' parents with the plan to go to the Claire Races on the Saturday – races as in the horse ones. It should have been really, really lovely.

        A few weeks before Mélanie arrived, but a few weeks after she told me she'd decided to come to Australia... I want to place it maybe around the last weekend of February?... I'd taken acid at Sam's house with a few people, one of them being Grace. Four of us went back to Grace's house and spent the night there tripping. I'd told Grace I had a girlfriend and that upset her, she was angry in a joking kind of way, but we both knew she wanted to be the only girl I cared about. She was so selfish in her brokenness.
        At some point during that night when my trip was at it's peak, Grace and I had a dumb fight for some reason, and she kicked me out of her house in Port Adelaide, leaving me to wander the night trying to figure out which way I had to walk to get home. I was happy to walk the two hours if I had to, but I kept getting confused and doubling back on myself. Eventually after (I'm guessing) about two hours, I wound up back at the only landmark I could remember – Grace's front door. She let me back in and everyone laughed, the fight forgotten.

        Sometime in the middle of the following week Grace and I were messaging and she invited me round, and I went. I'd turned down advances from a couple of old flings since I'd been back in Adelaide, citing my newfound love, but this was different. This was Grace. The One That Got Away. That crazy, mad eyed unicorn-girl with the awful life who didn't care about anyone, except when she did, and right now she cared about me, and she wanted to be with me, and we could get a place together because she was different now and she knew she loved me and if only I hadn't “gone to stupid fucking Bolivia and met that French Bitch then we could be together Taco! Boo!!”
        She used to call me “Boo”, short for “Clever Boots”.

        She invited me round and I went, and we kissed and she tasted like cigarettes, she spread her legs wide and her skin was so soft and inviting. I saw the scars where she cut herself, and she held me tight, finally letting me in.
        I'm Yours, You're Mine.

        Afterwards I called Phil and told him what I'd done. He didn't have much time for it, he knew that I was an idiot. I was already grappling with the repercussions as I slinked off down Old Port Road where I'd gotten lost when I was on acid. I remember it being cold, which it may have been. It was an afternoon in April.

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