The strands of conversations I have with my confidants are undulating, affirming, and variously prurient. The joy is in the layers of intimacy we have constructed over years of revealing shortcomings, fears and the torrid minutiae of our failures. This candor can often lead to new insights, and to laughter.
The beauty of our continuing conversations is that through these words, and enjoying Thai banana coconut-milk pudding together in the afternoon light, we reinforce a tenuous link between us. I'm tied to someone who's seen who I was, loves who I am and has an optimistic inkling of who I could become.
And to her: I've seen what you've done, loved who you were and I'll just bet I'm going to love this fabulous woman you're always becoming. (I took all these shots when we went to Webster - they remind me of you.)
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