“The talk”,
is the name I gave to the conversation we had on Sunday afternoon. Somehow it
made me feel so close to you yet i felt like I needed to know you more. As I
sit here in my room, thoughts of you keep coming to my mind and for the first
time I feel like there is are so many things I need to know about you. Yeah, I
do know you but I need to know you better
I know it may
sound crazy but I want to know about all the girls you have ever had a crush
on, the girls that you loved but for some reasons you could not bring yourself
to admit the truth. I want you to tell me about all the girls you have been in
love with from the moment you knew the meaning of the word love. I want you to
tell me why they loved you and why you loved them. I want to know why it ended
and if you have any regrets.
Tell me about
the very first day you felt the joy of being in love, tell me if you will
risk everything to fight for that kind of joy in your life, to fight the one person who makes you feel so special and needed, if you will risk
looking like a fool just to fight for your love, for your dreams and for the
adventures of being alive. I want to know if you believe in happily ever after.
I know what you
do for a living, I know what you enjoy dong in your free time but i want to
know what you ache for, and if you have ever dared to dream of meeting you heart
longings. I want to know if you can disappoint other people to be true to
yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your heart
desires. If have a road map on how to get there, if you already know how you
will celebrate the achievements of your desires and who you will want to be next
to you when you get there.
I want to know
what the word “home” means to you. Tell
me about the longest time you had to be far from home, tell me how it happened
and how you felt. If you missed your home and dreamed of the day you will be
back. I want to know what you missed most and why you missed it.
You asked me
what I thought of your names and I told you. But now I want to know what you
think of your names and more importantly I want to know if you ever lie awake
at night thinking of the day your mother pronounced your names for the very
first time, the joy in her eyes, the love she had for you. I want to know if
you have ever wondered why she gave you those names. I also want to know what
you think of my name and what came to your mind when you first heard it.
Tell me about
the very first day you felt the weight of hate; tell me what exactly happened
on that day. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or you have become shriveled and
closed for fear of further pain. Tell me about the person or a thing that
brought all this pain to you, how you overcame it in the end. I want to know if
you can sit with pain, mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or
fix it.
Tell me about
the very first day you knew that babies were not actually bought but they came
out of their mother’s womb, that they are the result of sex between their
parents. Tell me about the day you knew boys and girls were different and if
you were curious to know what was beneath girls’ skirts. Tell me how you
satisfied that curiosity.
I want to know
what you do when you are alone. Tell me what you do when you’re lonely; tell me
about the very first time you felt like you were alone and nobody really cared
bout you. I want to know if you like the company you keep during the empty
moments.
What do you
think of mistakes? What is the biggest mistake you have ever made? Do you still
regret it or did something good come out of it? Tell me about you biggest
failure, did it make you feel like you were not good enough or did it encourage
you to work hard? I want to know if you can live with failure mine or your
own.... I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone to do what needs to be done to feed the children.
Lastly, I want
to know what you fear most and why you fear it.
