The day after, my boyfriend and my best friend from New York died.
Pato, I miss your laughter and your protection.
John, I miss your smile and the way you comforted me at night with the warmth of your body.
Arthur, I will never forget the way you used to love me and the way you disappeared.
The way you came back to love me and the way you smelled like Christmas in the morning….
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.