Love Letters on my iPhone

In my efforts to tip-toe around you, I have managed to walk all over the beautiful closeness we’ve only briefly shared in moments when I forget myself and my anticipations for what I assume you want. And I haven’t heard or seen you in those moments. Because I was too busy on the version of you I was trying to please rather than the loving you that has really always been right here with me wanting us to succeed and have fun and enjoy our time together free of inhibitions. 
I keep hiding. I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want to hide behind these words. Or behind silence either. Or behind blind agreement to all the things you say or want. 

Who am I? 

I haven’t listened enough. I cannot listen in hiding. I cannot listen alone. 


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