I want to see that part of you no one knows. Not a soul. Not even a whisper of the wind. I want to hear all your stories. I want to see you the way you don't like to show. Bare. Real. All parts of you that shy away, all bits of you that is scared, I want a share of it all. I need the silences as much as the words. I need the smile and the anger. I want all raw places you keep hidden beneath your plain kindness, your witty banter. I want a part in the whole of you. Yes, you let me peek; then you hastily withdraw. You deflect and laugh it off as if you can't bear being seen, as if afraid that I might not get the weight behind it. What you don't know is this: That what you haven't had the courage to ask for from life, I had already asked in your stead. I want you to want more from life. Whether with me in it or not, I want you to want to hope for more. I have never cared to do anything as such before, for anyone. But then I heard your voice for the first time, and something in me settled to just listen. All thoughts brought to rest by just your sound. Your laughter reached my ears- a sound so lovely and bright; yet there, I heard the echoes of your pain instead. In a fire we both helped built, we sat side by side, and it felt to me as if, before the light had yet had a chance to reach my eyes, I saw you for you. Before there ever was a flicker for it to all unfold, I met you in the darkness we helped dispell. So, show me. Show me all of you, because there's nothing you could show that would now have me walk away from you.
~nt
