I am here because I want to be with you and get to know you.
And I want to be known.
Known for who I am on the inside instead of what you see on the outside.
Known in a sense that you ask about more than where I work and where I went to school. Known in a sense that you understand where my passion sleeps and why my dreams are so.
Known in a sense that when you walk away from here you can say “She is that kind of person” and use beautifully true words to describe who I really am. Because you listened. And I listened to you.
Let’s not do that thing that I am so tired of doing. Let’s not surround ourselves with the vapor of meaningless conversation that will eventually settle to the floor and disappear in a shade of gray dust long after we are gone.
You look lovely tonight, but please don’t stand here in your shiny shoes and tell me where they are from and spark about what designer is wrapped around you because that is not why I am here. Let’s not dwell on the specifics of things or the pulp of last night’s gossip … because that will only leave me here with a feeling of emptiness and stagnancy, and my spirit is aching for something to rise to meet it. Read more