Because of what he could not or chose not to give, as it had not been given to him, whether it was time or love or pride or praise. Because of this, I look for it in barren places and men only halfway in. Stoic, guarded, unavailable. Sure to hurt me, in one way or another. It’s been 40 years. I don’t think I’ll change.
the blood
& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 
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