novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- powerhouse we were walking home the other day and she asked me what i want from someone that i love. i said, "i want to feel safe. i want to feel beautiful and wanted and loved and respected. supported. i want somebody who believes in me. somebody who looks out for me." she frowned a little and replied, "elka? all those things are supposed to be givens. that's just what is supposed to happen." "oh," i said, and then i thought: wouldn't it be great if that really were true? we talked about something else before coming back to this a little while later. she told me, "those things are givens. you should expect to be treated like that by somebody you love. but what you have to watch out for is what you don't expect." she rubbed above her elbows with both hands, hugging herself as she walked, tugging her shirtsleeves down even though they were already long enough to hide the bruises. 1:29 am - 08.08.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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