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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

An Anniversary

There are times when you need to read something, or hear something, or see something, and you don't realize until the moment that you read, hear or see that one thing that you really NEEDED it.

This post, from a blogger in Denver, is one of those things I needed to read. Maybe you do, too.

An excerpt to tickle your tonsils:

It was only a week or two after David had moved in with me that he dialed his parents number and told them he would not be coming home; that he had moved in with a … friend. I was sitting in the living room and David was in the kitchen. I was flipping through a magazine, attempting not to appear to be listening to his conversation. But, it was obvious his parents weren’t letting him off the parental hook easily. He was only twenty-two, for christ’s sake! What did he know about the world? And, who the hell was this older man he was moving in with? And then David’s entire body erupted in a sob that surely -- yesiree, without a doubt – was the result of a laser directed belly punch from the good folks at home. “Don’t call me that,” he sobbed. “I am not a queer. I am not…” I moved to him, took the phone and hung it up. From behind him, I locked my arms around his body and held him tightly, so tightly against his sobs and I said the words, over and over again, “I love you. I love you, baby. I love you. I love you.” Yes, I really said it and, lord -- what was this world coming to? -- I meant it. Yes, me, such an adorably stern picture of few words and careless passions, I had said it. That was the first time I told David that I loved him. And, as I loosened my lock on his body, he turned to face me and through those lovely greens washed by such intense grief, he smiled slightly and said it also: “I love you, too.”

Thanks to the venerable Dunner for the find.

Posted by Aaron on November 30, 2004 8:32 PM