a sweet memory.

I had a friend from Berlin here, and we talked about Jonathan. I have just thought about him, she said. What did you remember, I asked.
She smiled: I remembered what he wrote to you about the dessert.

I was in a hospital, having a hard time being annoyed by therapists.
He wrote me almost every day. One day, he wrote: I know you're having a hard time. It's like a desert you have to go through – no, not a dessert my dear, I'm sorry :)

What I loved about him, what I really loved, was how he made me laugh.