DRAWBRIDGES, SECRETS AND IDEAS


Unlike most people I know, I can't remember the weirdest place I've had sex.

But I can remember climbing up the old drawbridge with you, past rusty overgrown railroad tracks, nerves going all jittery as I sat on that tiny platform with you, thinking "How romantic" and feeling so unromantic.

What a perfect day. We didn't kiss. Instead, surrounded by the sea and sky, you came out to me, and your trust was something newborn, still sticky, wet, and fragile.

What could I ever offer you? Nothing much, except to let you know that I loved you, and always would, and a hand to hold on the start of your new adventures.

And from then on we got to be best friends; beautiful and messy and doing our best. You were always my favorite surprise.

And there are always old drawbridges with you, and secrets and ideas.