11:15 pm.
My alarm goes off. I am awake making several attempts
to reach for my blackberry phone and scroll the track pad all the way to the
snooze icon. Giving up the struggle because I can barely see where my hand is
going. Its not like I have forgotten that there is some one next to me, but the
realisation hits me as soon as our hands touch.
“Who the hell is calling you at this
time of the night, trying to disturb my peace.”
No, I am not married, I am not even
engaged. our parents are not even aware that such a relationship exists, well
my girl friends are aware, they have all the free food and drinks to show for
it, i am not even twenty yet. I am seventeen.
That’s my boyfriend.


