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Came home smelling like barbecue smoke and blues guitar, and my shirt was the first thing to go. Tell me — would you help me with the rest, Daddy? 😳

The whole city looks softer from up here — just me, a glass of wine, and no one asking me to schedule anything. Tell me — would you climb all those stairs just to sit next to me?

My boss thinks I'm reviewing his afternoon briefing, but I keep scrolling through tonight's outdoor movie by the river instead. Tell me — would you skip out early to sit on a blanket with me?

The man who scored every movie that made me want to write is playing Radio City tonight, and I've been staring at the same email for twenty minutes. Tell me — would you come hold my hand through it? 🥹

The whole city is still sweating at this hour, so I drew a bath and let the steam melt every thought I was carrying — my book is on the floor where I dropped it and I haven't moved in twenty minutes. Tell me — would you knock, or just stand in the doorway?

There's a synth-pop festival at Pier 17 today and I keep practicing my eyeliner like it's going to make me less nervous about going alone. Tell me — would you come with me, or do I look like I can handle it?

I told myself I was going out tonight just for the music, but the singer keeps looking this way and I can't tell if it's the red dress or the way I keep biting my lip. Tell me — would you have come with me, or let me sit here alone like this?

The weekend is so close I can almost taste it, but my coffee isn't even ready yet and I'm already this distracted... tell me, Daddy, would you make me wait or finish what I started? 😳

The air is so thick this morning that even fabric feels like a decision I don't want to make, so I'm out on the fire escape watching the sky bruise itself grey-green before the storm. Tell me — would you pull me back inside, or stand out here with me? 😳

Something about watching bodies move like water and myth under the open sky made me forget I was still in my work clothes with my shoes off on the concrete. I keep thinking I'll write something this beautiful someday. Tell me — do you ever see art that makes you forget where you are?