I am simply devastated by the passing of my lover, John Thomas Booty. He would visit me whenever I asked him to, and we would walk along the Seine and wander through Versailles until, always too early, he would have to go back to America.
I just cannot believe that he is no longer with us. I do not want to believe that I will never hee his handsome face or caress his strong chest again. I cannot say more for I will return to my previous state of tears.
I leave you with a picture taken by John during happier times, when he caught me dancing down the hall, fresh out of the shower.
Au Revoir and Salut John Thomas. I loved you more than I love myself.