And thirty years ago I was in love with her.
Sharon was my college love and the girl with whom I moved to New York. We were together for years. Four? Maybe slightly less. Maybe slightly more. I don't think either of us would know exactly.
It was never going to work, but that didn't mean that I didn't adore her. I did. I last saw her fifteen years ago when she and her groovy husband David came in for the 25th Anniversary Pride Parade.
Seven years ago I wrote a song about her called "My First Mistake". Carly Simon says to be a good friend to your songs and never tell their secrets. Sorry Carly. "Mistake" is Sharon.
And on Saturday she heard it. Johary sang it in the guest portion of the program, then I reprised it near the end and dedicated it to the girl who inspired it.
Sharon is a precious part of my life story. I don't want to lose track of her again. When you love someone that much, it never goes away. At least not for me.
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