Returning to the house you caught fire.

No more forced distance.

I need to feel as welcome in your life as you do in mine.

I need to feel I can hold you to the same standards to which I am held.

I need to feel that I am with someone who is actually happy to be with me. Because I must hold fast to the belief that there are people out there who would be happy to be with me.

I need to feel that I am with someone who is at least open to an unknown future. If this is already seen as a defined chapter with a clear beginning and end, well then I’m afraid that the end must come now.

I need to feel that we are both communicating, rather than holding shit in. I am going to stop holding shit in, and need you to do the same.

I need to know what I’m “allowed” to expect of you. And I want it to be the same as what you expect of me.