Hey, it’s story time. I started telling this story in the comments of Rogue Bambi’s blog, but it seemed like it needed its own post. It’s about an old friend of mine, and a relationship whose meaning I didn’t understand until years later. Enjoy!
When N and I met, I was 24 but young for my age. He was 10 years older and seemed like a Real Grownup, one of the few I knew that wasn’t a boss or a parent. Continue reading