"If I had another chance tonight,
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right."
-Roger Sanchez "Another Chance"
I'm sitting on my bed and random thoughts are happening. I looked down to my right arm where the reverse side of the elbow is and thought about companionship. I thought of my grandmother and her friend, Don. I thought of my mother and her boyfriend, Jim. I think about how people who have loved deeply and been hurt may not want to journey so far as to open themselves up to that again, but they still crave the basic touch and closeness of someone next to them. Me too.
It's been a long three years.