Earnest

Earnest conversation. I like that. When I dial a number that would hopefully be yours and can express everything on my mind and heart without reserve. I like that. Not worried about the receiving end of how and whys or why-nots and how comes. I like that. The conversation is just honest. The conversation just flows. Because my words feel safe with you. In their purest form. I like that. That, which can flow in ebbs and bows without skipping a single beat of mines or yours in our speech and emotional capacity. We don't have to worry about misinterpretation, we don't have to worry about rumors spreading, we don't have to worry about what each other thinks of this dance of ideas and manifestations of the soul because there is trust. Our nouns bounce off our lips and meet with verbs that form predication of a story meant for our discussion verbatim, and in action. Ad hominem when speaking of that which makes us afraid of our own voice but when speaking with you, fear has no place. And the only place for peace is between us. I like that.