I had an ex-friend who was a writer. He made love to my mind. We use to have these great in depth intellectual discussions. We lost touch about 4 or 5 years ago. He moved. I moved. Numbers changed. Cell phones got lost. I had a crush on him ever since I was like in the 5th grade. And when we finally started seeing each other I realized just home much nostalgia meant to me. He was older then me. I rarely see men older then me. Not because I have a thing against older men, it's just that younger men are more attracted to me. Don't know why. I don't know how we got so distant... Too much shit happened I guess. He's probably married by now. Which may be good for him. Maybe he needed to settle down. I don't know why I'm writing this. A conversation with my editor made me think of him. Don't know why, maybe cause my editor is a writer and that part of him reminds me of my old friend. I'll miss him... All the talks about any and everything along with all the silent conversations...Oh well the past is the past... I wouldn't be human if I didn't revisit it from time to time...