I didn’t need a love that burns. That consumes. That blisters and melts the skin from my bones. I needed this. The love I have with my family. My friends. My living, laughing, breathing sister. And maybe someday, the love I’ll have with another man. What I need now and what I’ll need always, is a love that washes over me like river water. That soothes. A love I can bathe in.
