I was in a boy’s bed the moment I found out I had made it into a Royal Court Theatre writing programme. I was 21 years old and he was the one I’d cried over in my room listening to Slow Dancing In A Burning Room on repeat, willing John Mayer to draw out every tear in my body. In 2011, he felt like the most important thing. And suddenly, clutching my phone in my hand, re-reading the email just to make sure, he wasn’t.
This is so good. Thank you for writing it ❤️