Dear Superstar

I had a dream about you last night.  You were there to see me off on some unspecified event.  Dr. Brently was there too.  You were about to do your hair in one of those $300 jobs that are worth every cent.  You hadn’t yet, so I could concentrate on those eyes, those gorgeous eyes.

It wasn’t sad or lusty, it was just a life affirming recollection of a beautiful couple of months.  A very fond “farewell,” which we never really had.  You’ll forgive me for being a little wistful.  I will always love you for the joy you gave me, and for reminding me that there was much left to experience, after I blew up nearly everything that my life had been.

Always

Dr. G

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