I Want You To Tell Me Everything You’re Afraid To Say

Derrick Freske
Derrick Freske

I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Then let it out slow, let out every fear and every doubt, every hesitation telling you telling you this is a bad idea, telling you that you shouldn’t.

Because you should.

I want you to let out all that air and open your eyes. Look at me, not just look with that quick sort of sideways glance, but really see me, take me in.

I’m not going anywhere.

Then I want you to open your mouth and speak to me. Tell me all the little things you’ve been dying to say, all those thoughts running wild in your mind. Tell me what you’ve held behind your tongue for so many days, months, even years. Tell me all the things you’re scared to, scared because you don’t know what I’ll say, scared because you’re saying too much, scared because the world tells you you’re weak for telling me, scared because you’re finally letting me in.

Let me in.

I want you to whisper those confessions of love, hidden behind the surface of your smile. I want you to tell me every insecurity, every weakness. I want you to tell me what you’re really thinking, what you’re hiding behind that mask of strength.

I think you’re even stronger when you’re vulnerable.

Tell me everything you’re afraid to say. That you can’t stop thinking about me. That I’m like a record spinning in your head. That when you look at me you feel something you can’t quite explain. That nothing makes sense, but for the first time it doesn’t matter. You’re giving in.

Tell me that you’re giving in. To me. To us.

I want you to tell me everything you’re afraid to say. Every honest thought, every hidden confession, every line that you’ve bitten back because you were terrified I wouldn’t feel the same.

Trust me, I do.

Open your heart to me. Cross boundaries. Cross miles. Cross the bridge that separates us and let us bask in the beautiful connection. So long I’ve wanted to pry open that lock on your heart. So long I’ve wanted to know you, really know you. So long I’ve wanted you to let me in.

This is your chance. Our chance.

So please, tell me everything you haven’t said.
Because I’m dying to hear it. To learn you. To love you. TC mark

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