You’d always be free to do what you wanted to do.
I’d never hold you back unless it concerned me that you could hurt yourself.
The thing is that you have ultimate freedom, so long as I know about it.
The thing is that, in conversation, the thrilling to-and-fro-of-everything-in-between that we do, I realise there’s a soft place where I rest.
Where we can be hectic and be insane, and be forthright and proud of our sameness.
The blah blah blah and the this and that…
And that conversation leads my heart home, no matter how banal and no matter how small.
It’s the conversation that has my all.
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