I know you would deny it, but I really did see a flicker of your full self, open; just a few times. When I would ramble and you would brush the hair from my eyes, when I would say goodbye and you would come back for a kiss, when you would crack and laugh at true absurdity, and once we danced and I caught you singing. I saw it, only slightly, but I hope that you find a way someday to participate in some vulnerability, more than few-second increments, because Open looks good on you.
it makes me a little sad
when I ask you to tell me a story
and instead you tell me a fact.