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2011-03-31, 11:15 a.m.

"Could you be the one that's not afraid to look me in the eye?"

(Very specific disclaimer to this entry: I swear I didn't invite you to read here just to read entries about yourself. This is relevant to current topics I've explored/whined about and I decided it can't be omitted. I'll try to keep it general. If you don't know what the hell I'm referring to--then obviously this disclaimer is not meant for you.)

Snippet of a conversation from yesterday:

Him: "I so enjoyed being with you Heather. You have no idea."
Me: "I don't? Tell me then?"

...and then the most incredible, unexpected thing happened.

People actually will tell you how they feel if you ask? Some people? Sometimes? What I would've expected, or at least what I've grown accustomed to as an answer to the "tell me then?" question would be something like, "I just did" or "you know" or silence or maybe even a brief persecution for having asked. Not an answer... Not a real one that actually leads to understanding.

I can't count the number of times I've told people--both recently and as far back as I can recall in my adult life--to just say what they mean... And own it. It's one thing to be shy. It's something all together different to be a coward--or otherwise just plain sadistic.

But, indeed, even with that delicious and refreshing honestly... Nothing is simple.

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