...to those who are hiding:
I don’t want to see you smile. I need to see you laugh, and
giggle, and cry.
I don’t want to see an impassive face. I need to see joy,
and wonderment, and horror.
I don’t want you to be in control. I need you to rant, get
angry, rail at me, even hit me if you like.
I don’t want you to be polite or politically correct. I need
to know how you feel about things, how you see the world, how you see yourself,
how you see me.
How else can I know you? How else can I return the
compliment?
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