At 15 I taught him some of my best curse words

we grew older,
and he shared a bottle of whisky just to whisk my days away

then we grew more older,
and I taught him how to fire a rifle,

it was indeed fun, too much fun,he killed a couple of birds and also managed to ******* his favourite dog

Then we grew more older,
and he shared his charming secrets that girls fall for

Then we grew more older,
and I shared my love for music, jazz to be exact, how peaceful it felt listening to it


Then we grew more older,
we tried to fall in love
and opted for Canon
but