May 22, 2009
I believe that everything is okay, despite this momentary fear. Problem: I donít want to be just okay. I want to be happy and be with him and feel that love and laughter and safety and kindheartedness I felt when I put my head in his lap while he drove me home, singing in his many voices and resting his strong hand on my contorted hip. But what if ... we donít want the same things? ... he wanted his leg back? ... he wanted to sing louder and not worry about waking me? ... he wanted/wants to be alone?