This is one of those pieces of writing that can hit you in all the right ways, exactly when you need it. It’s one of those pieces of writing that you read again, and again. And again. You write it out yourself a few times just so that you can capture every single meaning that’s hidden in the places that only you know you need to search. These are the things I would ask, a friend, a partner, a husband. How do you answer them? And what are the answers that you would want to hear?
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for…
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