I cried in the movie theater today
when Winnie the Pooh told Piglet, a bundle of pink anxiety,
"Come on, Piglet. We need you."

Because we don't.

I cried because I need him
and I can't tell him.
It would be begging. Bringing up the relationship.
And, I can't do that.

I cried because he's running.
And I don't know where the journey will end.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
-- Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

(Me: 57, DH62, S30, GS 6 & 3)