Olivia

That afternoon, Alexander and I played in the cool seawater as if we were two children without much to worry about. These moments I could have had with him were precious; the laughs came easily, and the touches were without fear. I was constantly remembering the time when my love for him first blossomed, in the age of naivety, when all I wanted was just him.

Alexander had put me on his back and swam with me clinging to his neck, using his body as a float. Sometimes he would drop ...