Today in bed the physical intimacy cracks me open. Giving pleasure, daring to go further, observing his pleasure and then I lose it. I am crying. Cracked open. How long can we have this? All of the pain f flows through me: for him, for myself and for the others affected by this relationship.
I look at his face. I look at his too-bushy eyebrows and I think, “they look so normal, not so wild.” Until I realize what I am seeing and what it means: He is losing his hair.
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