Love is in air, or at least the air between my ears.
His name was (is?) Torrey. I could just go for it and embarrass myself, but the post would confuse us all.
But I will divulge that there was a man named Torrey and though I have not spoken with him in years, I loved him like I have never loved anyone else, ever.. He brought me back to myself and made me feel again. In that sense, he saved my life.
Of course, that is not the whole story.
But oh, Torrey, Oh lord. I loved Torrey. Writer, poet, lover, vagabond, boy of no fixed address. My darling.
The relationship is over. But the love, the innocent good intentioned kind, is forever. I have never stopped missing him.
What about the rest of you? Who rearranged the workings of your heart, forever? Who do you miss?
Come on, tell. I did, after all.