I would love to talk to you. No, I mean really talk to you. I mean I’ll listen to you if you listen to me.
I want to tell you what I’m scared of, and what I think I want. Even if it all spills out in a jumble or I can’t find the right words to say what I want to say.
I want to tell you the stories I have that I can hardly finish from laughing. I know that they will make you laugh too.
And when I’ve finally caught my breath, to look at you.
“This person has just absorbed so much of me. And here they are still. They’re not leaving.”