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Johndied just six months after I moved from Los Angeles to New York.
It was hard to look back as I was looking forward to a new life. I’ve always regretted not making the effort to attend his memorial in Pasadena. I felt guilty that I abandoned our mutual friends. Was I dismissing a history of another’s life and a time I’d left behind?
Alan and I had just started living together on the Lower East Side in 1991 when we got the news of his death. Both of us dated him many years apart and in different cities. We began sharing our stories. Each relationship had its trouble as John was a master at manipulation and loved to hold court.
This phrase, i know he did, but that’s why i liked him, was my response to my new boyfriend about our old boyfriend.