He is almost two decades my senior, sweet, kind, and has always acted cocky. I was drawn to him, but was afraid he really did believe his own hype. One night he took me to the music studio space he and his band rented. We had the entire warehouse to ourselves… but he couldn’t get it up. Right then I saw the vulnerable side he had been hiding; the fear of inadequacy. He had often told me “I want to be there and provide for you,” but now I knew I could hold and take care of him.
Postscript: That was three years ago. He spent the last two of them waiting for me while I was off at school. Things are rocky now that I’m back. Change is always constant and we’re trying to find something similar to what we had. I have hope, though. And patience.
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