I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Some evenings the quiet in a house has a shape, and you know exactly whose it is. A song comes on in the supermarket, or a mug turns up at the back of the cupboard, and the ache arrives before you can brace for it.
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