I’m not saying that Jay and I had a perfect relationship, or even that either of us really knew how to do it right. Maybe the outside sex was a sign of lack of commitment or insecurity or whatever. Maybe the white lies we told even when we were supposedly being open and honest with each other, weren’t so respectful or harmless.

But I think ultimately, this is the kind of honesty that matters.  I loved him dearly, and he showed me that he loved me.

NEXT: A pin-up rewinding the clock to puberty.

NEXT TALE: Fast-forwarding the clock to… after Jay.