Why do you love me?
and a stark naked pause. I looked away. I didn’t know whether to begin with "because you are…"
or "because you make me feel like…"
Silence. I didn’t know. No possible response ever stood a verbal chance. Too predictable, right? You masterfully changed the subject. Wordlessness. "Because you quicken my heart. Because you do. Because you are."
There is no freedom like the freedom that comes from accepting yourself.