And how. I idealized you too, you know. But I had to go back to Budapest.
The mountains and the desert you gave me stayed with me for a long time.
Sun. Space. Smooth stones. A lizard with spots. A long-limbed man with
eyes as green as the trees and a healing smile.
Two weeks without ill-will or expectations. You
drew me in, soothed me and let me go.
Is that anything like what you remember?