I saw a play today (shout out to the actors of June’s Blood).
It showed how the Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment touched several generations of one family; so naturally, it was very sad, but also extremely powerful.
One thing that stood out to me, though, was the dynamic between the woman June and her [deceased] husband. They didn’t kiss once but you could tell how much they loved each other.
The way he held her, the way she let herself be held by him.
The eye contact.
The closeness.
I know it was just a play, but I believe this is a possible thing. For a man to look at me that way and for my returning gaze to be full of love. No, I don’t think a man can complete me or heal my deep scars, but a partner in crime wouldn’t be bad.
I believe this is a possible thing.
