Paul is remembering his college days and his friendship with the love
The last time we spoke we were doing politics homework together and sharing a ciggie behind the sports hall. Now I don’t do homework. Or smoke.. [...] You can’t just carry on as if you only saw each other last week. Things have totally changed. I didn’t want to appear how I have really turned out...just...ordinary. I wanted to impress her, pretend I was a success, a lecturer or a businessman and say I had a big house in West Derby or an apartment on the Mersey and three cars or a yacht in...in the drive. S**t, I was going to be something amazing, a musician or a novelist can you believe that? I probably sound crazy...in the right place here then in this beautiful room...I sat there looking at her photo and couldn’t decide if it was better to just do nothing and keep her locked in the past. Wish I had!
Chapman, Edward. Facing Up.
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