Memory 26
Yuri Kitsune your first boyfriend was nothing and everything that I had imagined. He looked like a typical first generation American. Busy and never had enough time.
I could see that your relationship with him was a bunch of secrets. Both of you acted like you were part of another generation.
You were. There were no blurred lines in your actions. He and you were unlucky to have lived in a world of clear definition. It was a good thing too. Both of you carried yourselves with a sense of justice and duty. I was jealous of that incredible bond.