NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER
July, 2009
SOUTH WALES and RUSKIN, NY
I couldn't wait to see Lys again, but I knew I had to. I knew she was going out of town and I didn't know when she was coming back. I called or texted, I forget which, and wished her well in all her endeavors.
I didn't want to overplay my hand or read too much into our experience. I had enjoyed our few nights beyond measure, but people have short relationships all the time. s*x seldom means the same thing to each participant. s*x can only be casual for the higher-status partner. I was starting not to feel so sure what our nights had meant to Lys.
I don't know how to process my emotions at that time. I think I was in love. I say, "I think," because I don't know for sure what that word "love" means. In English we have one w
