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.