HARSHITA,
(myturn.)
You said you liked
our bracket conversations.
I’ve got something for this one.
Whenever you’re ready.Something you gave me.
You made it
easy.
You once told me you wouldn’t judge me. I believed you, baby. I liked how easily I could believe you.
I want you to be able to feel that with me, too.
Something for me to work on.
I can
slow down.
I can have an answer ready before you’ve finished saying what you mean. I’m sorry for the times that’s made it harder to talk to me.
I want to leave enough room for you to finish. If I’ve misunderstood, I can listen again. We don’t have to settle everything before we say good night.
(And I can be wrong.)
And something I really like.
Talking to
you.
I don’t want every conversation to become something we have to figure out. I like the ones that wander. The little updates. Hearing from you for no particular reason.
I still want to tell you about my day and ask about yours. We can be completely ordinary for a bit.
STILL, VERY MUCH,
(Your boy.)
I love you, Harshita.
I want the way I listen to you
to make that easier to feel.