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Just got off the phone conversing yet again with N for at least an hour. I can't believe how.....comforting, it is just reminiscing with him - what music we listened to during the 80s, the clubs we frequented in our respective city (him Detroit, me Chicago), Peter Murphy versus Adam Ant (we both preferred Peter Murphy's beauty and deep dark atmosphere), that we both used to make mixes on cassette tapes for friends as gifts of love, how the music of Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry made us dream and how very, very few bands and artists are capable of that today.

My longing to go visit San Diego grows more intense. I promised him I'd make him halo halo, that classic Philippine summer parfait dessert of crushed ice, preserved tropical fruits, condensed milk, and purple yam paste.

I find N to be a kindred soul, a human lifebuoy for me. I hope he feels the same about me. We seem to share similar sensitivities and states of mind about things. I was aware of the occasional long pauses between conversation topics. In person those precious little spaces would perhaps be filled in with the most intimate smiles, the searching gaze, and the inevitable kiss, when our foreheads would touch and we feel each other's breath on our lips.