Leslie Feinberg

“You’re really brave,” she told me.

I felt ashamed; it wasn’t true. “I’m not, really,” I told her honestly. “I’m scared all the time, Edna.”

Her face softened. “What a brave thing to say to me.”

But if you don’t let your fears stop you, that’s bravery.”

“Well, I think it’s stupid.” He sounded like a kid. That’s when I knew I had really hurt him.

can do to prove her love more than to risk looking foolish.

can do to prove her love more than to risk looking foolish.

I emerged from behind the bar. It was the look on Theresa’s face that gave me the courage to raise my voice: You saw me standing alone. My voice cracked and pitched with embarrassment and emotion.

Theresa chewed her lower lip and cried.

Do-wah-do, my friends backed me up. Peaches stood behind me, waving the painted blue moon back and forth in a wide arc over my head.

But then you suddenly appeared before me, I extended my hand toward Theresa. And when I looked the moon had turned to gold! Peaches flipped the moon to the gold side. Everyone cheered. Peaches curtsied and continued swaying with the moon.

Theresa reached for me. I finished the song dancing in her arms.

I realized it was true, I wasn’t alone. I had love of my own.

“If you’re afraid to lose what you love, you’ll never be able to let go and feel it.

ered Rocco sitting next to me. She reached forward and stroked my cheek. I touched my own face. Ifelt