Tuesday, 30 April 2013


"I wanted what most people wanted—love, companionship.
I wanted someone to touch. I wanted someone to touch me back.
I wanted someone to laugh with, someone who would laugh with me, laugh at me.
I wanted someone who looked and saw me . Not my power, not my position.
I wanted someone to say my name. To call out, “Meor,” when it was time to go, or when we arrived.
Someone who wanted to say to someone else, with pride, “I’m here with him. With Meor.”
I wanted all those things. Indivisibly.
But I didn’t want them from..."