We spent the next hours googling about CJD. It turned out that you had less than a year to live. It meant that I had less than a year to spend with you.
You started apologising. You said that you hadn't wanted to use me but that you had freaked out.
"I thought about all the things I could never do. Marry, have children, graduate from college, go to India, have sex, grow old with you, have grandchildren... but then I realised that I could experience at least one thing before I die. To have sex with you. I am sorry."
"It's okay, Aspen. I'm not complaining at all. I liked it, very much actually. And it would have happened sooner or later anyway." I assured you.
"Have you told your mum?" I asked you and you shook your head, saying that she was away for the weekend.
We spent the rest of the night crying. You laid in my arms but the only thing I could think about was how you'd be gone by the beginning of next year.
