JJG. Even after all of this time, that name makes me dizzy.
It was brief, complicated, and nearly a decade ago. But it happened during the crescendo of my 20’s and was, afterwards, a parachute as I barreled downward. He was the only good thing during the worst part of my life.
We never really knew each other. But carnally, we were…it was…we…it was magnetic. Fervid. Because of him that I understood the power of that kind of union.
It started with wine on a late-summer evening in the secret garden dubbed ‘the most romantic place’ in the city which clearly was, but had not been identified as, a date and led to both the freedom and terror of not being in control. It ended a few months later with a kiss on the forehead.
It started again with enigmatic jealousy and ended with inadvertent spite.
And yet again with a grand gesture and ended with an email.
What began with virile attraction, perhaps in a way, never really ended.
While he is married now and I am quite fulfilled, it is with great intention that I avoid him even in this vast metropolis as I don’t dare play with Kryptonite.
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