Thank You, Flyboy.

I once met a man.

Out of the blue.

He was interesting and fun.

He always thought life was exciting.

He was well traveled.

He made me laugh.

He made me feel.

He took me to museums.

He took me on tours.

He took me to dinner.

He took me to bed.

He took me to places in my imagination I'd never known before.

He worked hard.

He played harder.

He loved good wine.

He loved his family.

He cared for his friends.

He cared for the homeless.

He cared how I felt when we were together.

He had position.

He had power.

He enjoyed my touch.

He made sure I enjoyed his.

He was cooler than most of us will ever hope to be.

His laugh was infectious.

His face, handsome.

His body magnificent.

His photos amazing.

His openness unbelievable.

I once met a man.

He took me to bed.

He made me smile.

I have never forgotten how he made me feel.

Like I was important.

Like for once, I was enough.

That is a memory I need to hold on to.

That is a memory I cherish.

Thank you Flyboy.