Holdin’ her just above the collar makes me feel less like I’m leadin’ her around like a pet — less like a piece of shit. Unworthy. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” I repeat, clearin’ my throat and strugglin’ to meet her gaze. When we’re equal… I fought so hard for my seat, I…wasn’t expectin’ to have to share it. But I need to make space. I need to learn. I need…her. Just her. And I want her to look at me like I’m somebody.
Awwwwww
