i’m in a parking lot somewhere near Yosemite National Park held fast by the cats and dogs of spring rainfall. If you were here we’d probably be naked by now, but i no longer spend time on dreams like that, of you. i do enjoy the memories. i write because in remembering now, one thing in particular stands out. i’d like to thank you, even though i know you didn’t do it on purpose, not quite. Even i couldn’t have told you it could work, the way you cared for me, but you showed me exactly the ways i want partnership to be. From those moments, especially our final afternoon of passion and playfulness, i take such comfort. Thank you for helping me identify my ideal. Your honesty also groomed for me a confidence in us that leads me to feel comfortable writing this now, regardless of time passed. Real shit feels real, and stays real, even when you’re just bumpin’ uglies with a pal.