en dk
In Vietnam, when we’d had a few drinks, we were having fun dancing around and when we finally got exhausted and collapsed on the bed, I told you how I’d been reckless with my body and with somebody else’s heart. We lay side by side, facing the ceiling, and all of a sudden I was crying. The moment was in complete contrast to the fun we’d been having. You turned to face me and you told me I’d made a mistake and that I was still a good person. You were shocked and you understood my guilt. That night, you really were the best a friend could be.