Can we please love each other through the hard conversations?
Can we ask the tough questions?
Can we hold each other accountable?
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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.
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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.
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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.