He produced a rock from his pocket.
He, his wife and two children each got one -
to show that they're still a family.
I understood at once.
At home, two rings are knotted together
one on top of the other -
to show that we're still a couple.
He, his wife and two children each got one -
to show that they're still a family.
I understood at once.
At home, two rings are knotted together
one on top of the other -
to show that we're still a couple.
I ran into an old customer at the Perk today. Pain is unmistakable. We recognized it in each other. Our meeting wasn't comfortable, but it was comforting - not to be scorned for being ourselves, for not pretending. I wanted to hug him. Sometimes when you need a hug the most, it's practically impossible to get. People treat sadness as though it were contagious. They see it in you and run the other way. They're protective, scared, stingy, accusatory. God help you if you show your feelings in public. Well, I don't care. I'm strong and sad. I'm alive. I'm not ashamed.
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