Tell me how you’re doing. Don’t respond with “fine”. Tell me everything you’ve been keeping bottled up show me what’s hiding deep inside. Tell me why your mind wanders when I try to get deep with you or why sometimes you cry when I say that I believe in you. Tell me how you got the scar that runs down your shoulder, the pain on your face, and the strength behind your eyelids. Tell me why you cover your arms in beautiful permanent ink if you don’t like commitment. Tell me how you think we got here. Tell me how the world was made. Tell me how you think it all ends. Tell me why you love rainy days. No, it wouldn’t be so isn’t easy, but it never is when it’s worth it. It’s just I want help with the weight I sense you carry. I wish you would let it all out and trust me....