“From mountain tops to sandy dunes, my love will live for you everywhere,” I promised, trying to reach for him, but there were no more dandyhops in me now. No more kinkypunks or dangadongs. I was done for. “I love you, Gerry, just don’t say goodbye. I can fix this,” he said in desperation, tears caressing his beautiful face, and oh how this man should never know such pain. If only I could take it away, and not be the source of such misery. “Tell me I made them proud,” I begged. “You did, of course you did.
Literally sobbing
