Familiar

Black Bart took this picture of me a few weeks ago.  We'd already broken up at this point, but we still got together for coffee and cocktails.

Our romance didn't last long enough for me to write about it.  Still, there was a comfort in whatever our relationship was and had become, a familiarity wholly disproportionate to the length of time we'd known each other. I felt like I'd been his friend forever.  I still feel that way. I hope that doesn't change, although I know that it's already shifting.  He pushed me away, but can't stand the idea of me moving toward anyone else.  It's only a matter of time.

"You look beautiful in this light," he said.  I didn't see it, but I let him take my picture anyway.  Not a serious picture, of course.  I can't allow that.