softness raze every man she met seemed to think he knew more about her body than she did. none of them touched the places she could take herself when she was alone. it wasn't until she started dating women that she understood what she'd been looking for and why it took so long to find. what she was missing was a certain softness. "it's not that i don't love you," she said. "you just can't give me what i need." he fashioned a veil from the memory of her smile and wore it like a scar he hoped would never heal. 230108 what's it to you? who go blather from