This very small image is a picture of my old boyfriend Steve.
It was probably 1986. Steve is lying in the sun on an old matress of mysterious origin on our deck. We lived a 3 bedroom apartment with our friend Tom. It was next door to the Sonic and above a hair styling salon in Ottawa, KS. That day he was reading The Hotel New Hampshire because it was my favorite book.
He was 11 years older than me, and not really a good boyfriend in any way to be honest. He's the only serious boyfriend I've ever had that I didn't stay friends with.
I found out just after my birthday that he had just passed away. I don't have many feelings about this at all and I'm not sure why.
Except that that's kind of sad.
RIP Steve. I do hope you're happier.