Chris

Date: 8/25/2017

We were together again. It's a blur of contentment. What sticks out as a memory - not vivid, but painfully remembered - is being held. He was the big spoon. Huge spoon. Like a soup spoon vs teaspoon, he hugged me by nature of his physical form. Does that make sense? Like his body was shaped by the gods to wrap around, encapsulate me. It felt so nice to be held, to feel the weight and warmth of another human being. I feel so empty now.