A Sympathetic Ear
Our new neighbour is a friendly, Asian woman. She lets me sit in the shade in her garden and itís beautiful. Professionally I can appreciate the quality of her flowers. I sit and watch it in silence. She brings us coffee.
Darleneís her name. She asks me whatís wrong and my frustration spills out. For the first time I tell a stranger about my asexuality. About the struggle to make it work with Jonas. How I love him so much it feels like Iím having a heart attack.
The shade leaves me unable to pass off my tears as sweat.
Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010
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