Dear No One,
I do not wish you to drive me a hundred miles to see fancy places; that would be nice but that would be unnecessary.
Bring me instead to a place where the wind can brush against our faces while you are telling me about how your week went. I would love to see your soul while you talk.
Bring me somewhere you can talk about your deepest fears, and do not be afraid, darling, because I certainly would love to see how scarred you are. They make you perfectly human and as needy as the sea rock needs the waves to splash it with life.
Bring me somewhere, everywhere you would not fear holding my hand, because dear, I would not fear holding to yours…once I know you are all of these, and you are true.
You can be true.