I knew of Merryn for years before we met. We floated on the peripheries of each other’s lives for over a decade, later finding ourselves in the same old party photograph, on different sides of a garden full of punks. We shared a best friend, each of us just names in his mouth. I’m off to see Mez in Alice, he’d say. Have fun, I’d reply.
On New Year’s Eve 2017 in a gutter, in someone else’s lap, I found myself deep in conversation with Merryn. I remember none of the conversation’s content, just a certainty that I needed to know them. It wasn’t long before it became an unparalleled, throbbing crush.
