Food for thought:

Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.

I never ever kept in touch because quite honestly, it was too painful for me. However, I always had this little boy in my head, and the memory of my little friendship is one which I have held onto tightly and fondly throughout the years. Perhaps because I spent my life moving around so often, my way of coping was to hold onto the beautiful experiences I shared in my life with others. The friendship I had with D., however was perhaps so special as it was the very first of its kind. Continue reading “First Love 2: Italian Vegetable Soup (Ribolitta)” »

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