She Said I Couldn’t Hold The Baby Because Of “Germs” — The Real Reason Broke My Heart

where I had been systematically kept from the truth.

What I am made of, it turns out, is the kind of thing that does not dissolve.

The wanting is still there. The love, the unreasonable and inconvenient and persistent variety, has not gone anywhere.

It is simply waiting for somewhere new to go.

And this time, I am the one who will decide where.