Dear Prosebox, I am going to call you Gregory.
We are not yet acquainted.
I plan to talk to you as one person to another.
I don’t expect you to answer, and that’s okay.
I desire someone who wants to listen and will rarely judge.
I had that once, and as with most relationships in life it ended, but that was long ago.
I am going to call you Gregory because when I was shorter I had an imaginary friend with this name.
He was big and strong and wiser than anyone I knew.
Somewhere between 30ish and 50ish, in retrospect I would guess him to be a hodgepodge of ethnicities from Mediterranean area descent based on complexion and cultural understanding, but I am not sure that matters anymore.
He had the most beautiful smile in a face I could never quite see, and was quite unlike anyone I had ever met before.
I miss him.
Last updated February 11, 2019