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August 2, 2011

Pamela is The Perfect Storm of reminiscing, lust and love and hatred and compassion and friendship and compatibility, all of that, and more, and I cannot shake thoughts of her from my mind, it's cut so deeply into me.

I didn't love her more than any other, but I did love her, though I didn't want to.  I didn't even want to be with her yet was compelled, again and again; her vulnerability nailed me, and her sexuality.  Actually, both of those, melded, seamless.

She knew me naked, raw, opened, the good and the bad.

She was a good friend.