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Yes, you.

I can’t do this without you.

This age of Facebook and Twitter. “Look at me, look at me, hands in the air like it’s good to be!”

Surely you’ve heard? I mean…it’s my status.

Surely you follow my every move? How could you not?

Well, no…I haven’t seen yours. Why would I?

Because I can’t do this without you.

So.

I’d like to have a conversation. Where we both take part. Where I am completely convinced that everything you are saying, I am hearing. That I want to hear.

I want to listen intently, without the impulse to interrupt, beginning my own version, about myself.

I want you to know I’m interested. That I don’t assume my life and opinions are all that matter. That without yours, mine are premature, undeveloped, ill informed.

I would pillage your thoughts, your desires, and goals. Your content, anger, and frustration. Your naivete, arrogance, and insecurity.

I would take what you offer and from it, cast my own, weave my own fabric.

I insist you do likewise.

Otherwise there is no conversation, but instead, a sounding off.

You can’t do this without me.