1 January 2013
We used to talk sometimes. He would deny that now if I were to remind him, but it's true that he once look me in the eye and respond to my eager questions in the wonderful way only he could, with a pompous edge to his deep voice and perhaps a subtle toss of the head. Little parts of my day that I once would have deemed insignificant came to define that wonderful era of my life when he did not yet know my true feelings and I could be myself in his presence.
At First • Opuss № I