You reappeared after two years, but now in a different form. Your face may change, your hair may grow, your smile may differ, your dress, and even your appearance, but I know my heart will always recognize you. No matter how tremendous your change may be, my heart will always recognize its holder. The anger and sadness that has been buried was awakened by your presence. How I wish homosexuality didn’t take you away from me. Oh, Rabbi.
—Red
Writings of Red 