But then I remembered the waterfall. The looks Ellis would give the guys I was with. The easy affection and nervous blushes. The way he was broken that day I got the job at the magazine, even though he tried so hard to hide it. How sad he was when I finally left town. How happy he always is to hear from me, same as I am with him. The parrotfish. The glass sailboat. Fuck, the picnics in the back of his truck. Nights under the stars. Our windmill.
