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Dearest Stuart
How long has it been since I wrote to you? I am sure that it has been a year or two. I still think of you now and then and I still have the message you wrote to me. I keep it in the wallet I never use anymore, along with old business cards of people I have subsequently lost touch with, and the photograph of Reesh and I at her birthday party – the one taken by my friend who’s ashes were scattered in a river that runs into the sea. Isn’t that just in the nature of things?
And I still remember reading about your journeys from Jeddah to Eritrea – and how I wish I could have been there for you then. I never told you that my favourite photograph of you was the one where you were rehearsing on stage alone and there was that spotlight that was shining down on you. In a concert hall of darkness you were a lighthouse. I often felt that way about you in my life. I was too embarrassed back then to ask you for that photo. So now all I have is this snapshot of you in my mind. Our relationship was monumental in it’s failure to amount to anything. But I lived an eternity in a few moments in your arms.
B.
How long has it been since I wrote to you? I am sure that it has been a year or two. I still think of you now and then and I still have the message you wrote to me. I keep it in the wallet I never use anymore, along with old business cards of people I have subsequently lost touch with, and the photograph of Reesh and I at her birthday party – the one taken by my friend who’s ashes were scattered in a river that runs into the sea. Isn’t that just in the nature of things?
And I still remember reading about your journeys from Jeddah to Eritrea – and how I wish I could have been there for you then. I never told you that my favourite photograph of you was the one where you were rehearsing on stage alone and there was that spotlight that was shining down on you. In a concert hall of darkness you were a lighthouse. I often felt that way about you in my life. I was too embarrassed back then to ask you for that photo. So now all I have is this snapshot of you in my mind. Our relationship was monumental in it’s failure to amount to anything. But I lived an eternity in a few moments in your arms.
B.