The past

Completely unreachable, unchangeable, but still with the power to reach me, and wring my heart dry. I've spent the past hour or so rereading a handful of stories from the very early days of Nephelokokkygia, stories about, or prompted by, two of the great loves of my life, R, the first boy I ever fell in love with, at school, at 17, and, from the more recent past, the most beautiful boy in the world, DBJ. Not only that, but I dreamed, a couple of nights ago, about the ultimate love of my life, my cousin, my darling boy, who, of course, hates me beyond words now. There are times when I wish I could wipe my memory clean, like reformatting a hard drive. This is one of those times.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B