the story of messages across the miles
We grew up as close as cousins could, without being related...nearly even as brother and sister, since his father was my sister's Parrain (godfather, in Cajun), and my father was his. After high school graduation, our interactions were reduce to Christmastime gift exchanges during his visits home from whatever current deployment with the Army.

After Mom ran into him at the local grocery store during one of his holiday leaves and suggested that I visit him where he was stationed, we began reacquainting ourselves with one another via a series of emails. It was through these hundreds of emails in which we realized that, as close as we may had been, we were definitely not related. Not brother and sister, not even cousins. Slowly, we gave in to an attraction that grew through messages across the miles.

What followed was a flurry of email exchanges, punctuated by occasional telephone calls and even rarer visits, the self-inflicted death of his mother (who I still lovingly called Aunt), an apartment hunting trip to his new city, and the eventual collapse of it all.

Let's start at the beginning.
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