|Zack and me, circa 1990.|
Zack is 25 now, but I still see him as that adorable, sweet, almost edible little boy who--and here's the most important part--loved me to pieces. I gotta stop doing that. It's hard to admit that little boy is gone forever--as dead as if he had actually died, God forbid a million times. And while the man he is today is certainly fabulous, and smart and handsome and talented, and a lot of other things, he's not "cute" or "adorable." And if at times he respects me, or finds me interesting and even intelligent--I can dream, can't I?--he sure doesn't love me to pieces.
Maybe I should start watching more TV shows. (At least the ones about shrinks.)