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Look Shayna, I want to be with you. I don’t want things to be difficult between us. I want them to be easy. I want you to feel heard and understood too, but there’s only so much I can understand without you actually letting me know you. I love you. You know that. Why else would I still be doing this? I can step up to the line, hold the door open, highlight the path, give you every reason I can think of, even recruit an escort apparently. But I can’t walk through the door for you. At some point you have to choose to move your own legs and let some of what’s in your heart actually live outside of it. And it doesn’t have to be some huge fucking conversation. Seriously. You say hi, I say hi. You ask how work is, I tell you how work is. You need a breather, take one. You tell me what you can handle and I won’t take it a step farther than what you give me. I’m not going to hear “hi” and suddenly interrogate you about the last year of our lives. Just let me in a little bit. I think we both know this cycle of misunderstanding each other isn’t getting us anywhere. I want to understand you, but I can’t do that entirely by myself. And I’m done filling in the parts that only you can tell me. I heard about your dog and that you thought you might have to put them down. Do you know how much I hated knowing that and not even being able to ask if you were okay? That’s fucking ridiculous to me. You’re the person I want to be with and somehow I can’t even say hi to you. And I know everything you have to say to me isn’t going to be nice. Maybe I’m an asshole. Maybe I’m ridiculous. Maybe I’m fucking annoying. Tell me. If you’re frustrated with me, be frustrated with me. I’m not asking you to show up perfectly. I’d rather hear something real from you than keep trying to understand silence. But I also know frustration isn’t the only thing in there, and I’m not going to put words in your mouth about the rest. Those are yours to say when you’re ready. You can’t mess this up by being nervous or awkward or saying the wrong fucking thing. There’s no perfect way you need to approach me. You have friends. Fucking plan it out with them if you need to. Have someone walk you over if that’s what it takes. You’re not alone. I’m still here, Shayna. I still want you. I still believe this can be something good. So don’t make it perfect. Just start. I’m still watching. Don’t think that’s slipped my mind. In life we make decisions, and we must live with our choices. I have never been one to rescue people from their bad decisions after explaining the consequences. No, I didn’t act on my last statement. There’s your certainty. Please don’t take it for granted. We should be fair to each other. It’s important. I say this with love. You don’t have to protect yourself from me let’s do right by each other. Now imagine me kissing your forehead and holding you because that’s what I would do after saying that.