Yesterday morning while taking transit to that “civic duty” I mentioned before, listening to my music on shuffle, a Sam Cooke song came on and instantly transported me back to a hotel room in a different city where I learned my then-lover, the hard core sports player, potty mouthed, such a guys guy, loved that kind of music. Of course we were in bed having passionate and endless sex at the time so the memory is a pretty strong one. I wrote about our first kiss already but haven’t managed to write everything else down from our amazing and tortuous seven month long affair. In good time. But I was a bit surprised at the intensity of the emotion I felt and how melancholy it made me at the thought of not being able to be with him anymore. He’s thousands of miles away. And ironically, now also newly single.