Paul B #1: New York City Policeman, the 60’s, the love of my life, period, bar none.
Paul was my Albertine Simonet to Marcel Proust, my Odette de Crécy to Charles Swann and my Annabelle Lee to Edgar Allan Poe. I loved him like I have never loved anyone since. I had started drinking alcoholically and doing drugs and I was a complete screw-up. It was doomed. I cried for two whole years when it was over. I once Googled him and only found an obituary. I pray it wasn’t the same man.
"That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind." - Wordsworth