Tuesday, August 15, 2000

Looking at all of Eric

What was it?! What was different about him? There was nothing to which I could point, no single characteristic that set him apart, and maybe that was it right there. The other men in my life -- the many I had known, the few I had loved -- were a part of my memory as anecdotes, events, single fragments of time that distinguished themselves somehow from others. But looking at him now, after all this time, there weren't any fragments. I saw Eric as whole cloth, one moment in his company inseparable from all the rest. I had only a holistic view of this man, only a single perfect image in mind. Fragments you can misplace or forget. For better or worse, I will never forget Eric.