I don't want to see your perfect floors. Your pristine kitchen benches.
I want to see your mess. Your imperfections.
I want to hear your laughter. Hear the joy in your heart.
I want to feel your realness. The ups and the downs.
I want to connect. At a soul level.
I need to change my perception. To meet you there.
I need to grow . To expand.
To be more of me.
To shed the skins I wear to fit in.
To shed the tears bottled up inside.
To know who I truly am.
To give the best of me.
I want to see your imperfect floors. The unwashed dishes.
To laugh together at the beauty and absurdity of life.
To talk heart to heart.
To have the best of you.
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