Once Upon a Time
As some of you know I’ve been laid up with squished disks (a highly technical medical term) for a while. Thanks to all you guys for your notes of concern and compassion, I appreciate them. However, for the gentleman who keeps reminding me of the long needles in store for me I do believe there is a special place in Hell for him, just saying …… I also have a friend who has moved in recently to help me. He needed a place to stay for a few weeks and I needed help. What could be better, except for the fact that ….
Once upon a time we were lovers.
We had the kind of affair that if you’ve ever been fortunate or unfortunate enough to have you’ll understand. It was the kind of love that was scorched earth and ice. The meeting of 2 young people who were equals and mirror images. The kind of affair where you were screaming and throwing things one moment and fucking on the kitchen table the next. Too hot to last without killing each other.
He went away for a few years and came back with a wife. We ended up working together and working very well together, redirecting our passion to our work. We become the “Dream Team”. Strengths and weaknesses complimenting each other, the team you called for a tricky rescue, the team whose dogs seemed to work on telepathic signals. Life was good. Everyone forgot they ever knew us as anything but AlexandDanandthedogs.
After 7 years his wife wanted to live in the city and they went away again. He came back a few weeks ago without his wife. He needed a place to stay for a few weeks and I needed help, what could be better, except for the fact that…..
I still remember the smell and taste of him and how the mole on his left shoulder blade feels under my fingers.
