Monday night Tom went home to his parents with the clear intent of telling them about Colin. He left their place later in the evening telling himself under his breath that he really should have!
He travelled across the city to Colin's parents place. They wouldn't let him in. He'd expected that, and just wanted to let Colin know he was there. But there was no sign of Colin at all. And he didn't call him that night either.
Tom began to wonder.
Looking back, he didn't see how he could have done things differently. There wouldn't have been any point telling his parents anything before he met someone, would there now. And he couldn't have brought Colin over before, they'd only just met.
And he knew he was fooling himself. He'd known since at least 15 that he'd never settle down the way they expected him to, yet - at 23 - he still hadn't told them. Or anyone else. He was choking.
No comments:
Post a Comment