Talking Without Communicating
We can talk. We can talk all night. We can talk about that time you got shot in the leg by some guys in a gang in the park by my house when you were 13 and how you ran to the neighborhood gang "doctor" who sewed the hole up. We can talk about how you never told your parents who still don't know about it. We can talk about my time I spent overseas, floating from country to country, working and traveling but I'll leave the details out because most of it was with an ex and we don't need to have an ex in our talking. We can talk about how much we both loathe beards and bad drivers. We can talk about where we want to live or how we both want to start our own businesses. We can talk and talk and talk. But we don't communicate. We don't share what's below the surface, bubbling up like wax. I don't communicate that I get butterflies every time I see you, as if I'm still not completely comfortable. You don't tell me about the stress yo...