He still doesn't seem to have any answers. Only questions. And I'm seeing that a steady diet of ambivalence or worse, indifference, might just kill me or at least break my heart into little pieces.
I think we can be really good friends. ... But I want passion from a man. A man who can see me for who I am, not who they think I am--or worse, think I should be.
Oh yes, Betsey. I understand this so well and am struggling to understand that I, too, deserve passion and excitement and to be matched in my capacity to be intimate as I have grown.
So you see, once again you lead the way.
Whew. It reminds me of the song that was written during the initial labor union days of the Ladies Garment Workers.... one line of the song..
"It is not just bread we fight for we fight for ROSES, too!"
