I can sometimes be a bit demanding, a bit too exuberant. I can get into the little girl, a bit bratty princess headspace, and take it too far. I appreciate when the little girl lost in me is found.
I fantasize about that. That person finding me.
I do not always crave romance and flowers, but sometimes I do. Sometimes what I need is for them to take me to the lights. Dance me around the tree.
Show me I am seen. Show me the dream.
Instead of flowers, bring me a hot chocolate and your hoodie. Let’s hold hands and talk for hours out in the cold. Let’s get deep with it.
Why do so many people run away from those conversations? The ones where you tell your story and I tell you mine. (I will interrupt because that is how I connect and show support.) You will learn about my oddball character. I will learn about yours.
I won’t be able to wipe the smile off my face for hours or days. Let’s start there. Then we can take it somewhere darker.
But take me to the lights first.
Lisa Gray 