Remembering Boston...

Little sweetheart, I've been up in Boston for the last couple of days visiting a friend who runs a small theatre company in Cambridge. It's my second trip up here this year. The first was in the middle of February and here I am in the dog days of August. By turns the coldest and hottest points of the year. I'm staying out at my friend's place in part of town called Alewife at the end of the "T"'s Red Line. But much of the time I'm in Central Boston or Cambridge and that reminds me so much of our time here together when you were doing your play at The Huntington. I remember walking  to and from the theatre with you. It was such a nice long walk, snaking through the Boston U campus and the Berkeley School of Music, stopping at the little organic market that you liked and then coming back on my own while you were at work, so that I could gather a few things to make you a nice dinner and bake you a cake for your birthday. I loved that sweet little apartment they put you up in. It was so cozy, with its nice little kitchen and sunny front room with big windows and corner window seats. I remember watching movies together on my laptop as we cuddled in the big bed there, you with a nice diet soda at the ready. I remember waking up together in each others arms and making you a cup of your favorite mint tea, having my coffee with you at the little breakfast table. Cambridge reminds me of our trip on your day off to attend the film society's tribute to Willem Dafoe and your friend introducing us to him after. We were the only ones not drinking! I remember ow cold and snowy it was already even in early November and that the only shoes you could wear were those big black Ugg boots of yours, with the big flaming heart and the word "Love" on the back. I have those boots, my little sweetheart. Your mom gave them to me and they sit on the wooden chair here in the red table room where you always liked to set up camp - doing your makeup or running lines for an audition and where we would eat together. I loved bringing things over to set at your side and cooking for you every day. There's a lot of other things about Boston that I want to write about, other things we did like our trip to JFK Library and how patiently you meandered through it with me so clearly in thrall for hours and that when we got to the end I asked "do you wanna see it again?". So many things my sweetheart, my heart is full of. My heart is full for you. For you grew my heart, my darling. Another of the myriad gifts of light you brought into my life. And I am so grateful. Grateful as I sit here on the porch in old Alewife, having my morning coffee and saying our prayer and quietly talking to you. I love you, my little sweetheart. And I miss you. Please be with me always. And take me with you, come collect me as soon as it is allowed. Until that day, my little sweetheart. Oh, my love! Until that day...