I Want You To Show Me Your Soul

I want you to show me your soul. I want you to show me the parts of you that you’re not so proud of. I want you to show me your silliness, your goofiness, and all your awkwardness.

I want you to tell me about the times you got your heart broken. I want you to tell me your deepest secrets. I want you to show me your dark side. I want you to tell me about your breakdowns. I want you to tell me about your fears and your worst memories.

I want you to tell me about these breathtaking moments that you experienced in your life. I want you to tell me about the moments you felt so proud of yourself.

I want to get to know you—all of you. I want to get to know all of the things that you love and hate about yourself. I want you to tell me about your regrets. I want you to tell me about your insecurities. I want you to tell me about these nights you cried yourself to sleep.

I want you to tell me about these turning points in your life.  I want you to tell me about that trip that changed your life. I want you to tell me about the place you felt most peaceful in. I want you to show me your favorite places. I want you to tell me about your childhood. I want you to tell me about your happiest moments in life.

I want you to tell me about your dreams, no matter how crazy they sound. I want you to tell me about your passions. I want you to tell me about what sets your soul on fire and what ignites that spark in your eyes. I want you to tell me about that book that kept you awake all night because you were so busy hanging onto every word that you couldn’t sleep till you finished it.

I want you to tell me about the things that make you smile like a little kid. I want you to tell me about what you miss the most right now. I want you to tell me about your beliefs and disbeliefs. I want you to tell me about the person you used to be and the person you are right now. I want you to tell me about your favorite people in life.

I want to know about that time you were depressed. I want to know about that time you pulled yourself out of a rut. I want you to tell me about those nights you couldn’t sleep because you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking. I want you to tell me about the things that irritate the hell out of you and the things that just push your buttons.

I want you to tell me about your first love. I want you to tell me about your first crush. I want you to tell me about your favorite movies and your favorite songs.

I want you to tell me about it all. I want you to show me your soul. I want to know how you turned out so beautiful.