I am known, inside and out.
I do not feel the need to hide parts of myself away for fear of scaring you.
I listen, unafraid of the places you take me.
We express love, wonder, anger, jealousy, envy, frustration, freely.
We laugh and cry.
Real laughter. Real tears.
I tell you my how-it-is even when I know it is different from yours.
I listen to your how-it-is, holding it gently in the space between us.
We dance in the differences, the gaps where the magic happens.
This post was originally shared on social media, November 25, 2011.
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