The Little Boy in You
Prose for the Men I Have Loved (and One Who Doesn’t Believe in Love)
I can see the little boy in you. He is playful, and boisterous, and so easily amused. He peeks through shyly when you make that sad face you do, and when you lay your head on my shoulder instead of the other way around.
When you say something you shouldn’t have said, it is very much the man who says it; but it is the little boy in you who reacts when hurt. He becomes afraid of my criticism, afraid of my ability to cut him down and make him feel small —…