"I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in
love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me
about a day in your life you didn't think you’d live through. Tell me what the
word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were 8. See, I wanna know
the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles
beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the
bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches
from a tree to build your snowman? Or would you leave the snowman armless for
the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how
the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time
you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside
them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger
is a sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away
its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often
lie awake at night and imagine your mothers’ joy when she first spoke it for
the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you've been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do
for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if
you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed
sometimes through other people’s wounds"
- Andrea Gibson
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