It is almost midnight. You are on the living room floor, back pressed against the

You are three feet from the person you love, and someone at the next table

Your partner is asleep beside you and they told you tonight, again, that they love

You lie there in the dark, three feet apart, and the space between your bodies

You love this person. And still, some nights, it feels like you are staring at

You know what’s interesting about shame around emotional needs? It doesn’t just make you feel

You are sitting on the edge of the bed. Something has cracked open inside you.