Can we please love each other through the hard conversations?

Can we ask the tough questions?

Can we hold each other accountable?

I don’t want to pussy-foot around you, worried always that you’ll cut me off from love, affection, attention, because you’re not man enough to hear truth – and deal with it in a constructive way.

If we acknowledge our adulthood in every other area of our lives, then I don’t want to act juvenile and immature about how we relate to each other when things get tough or sticky – or brutal, as life can often be.

And I don’t want you to always tell me what you think I want to hear – if you have something to say, communicate it.

I don’t have to like it.
You don’t have to like it.

But I think we can both agree that the truth will get us a lot further along than…niceness.

I prefer a truthful future (with you), a real opportunity for growth and development (together), vs. niceness.

Just saying that word reminds me of something putrid and stagnant.

I’ll take the pruning and thinning out, knowing that it’ll lead to even more beautiful blooms.

And I like the idea of us, being together, being beautiful – and inspiring others.