Would you, please, cry just a little bit harder, a bit deeper, with more sobs and tears that puff up your face? Because I cry too, and seeing you cry makes me feel human. And normal.
Would you hold my hand for a few more moments? Hold it tighter and don’t say anything for a longer lapse of time. I’ll remember. I’ll remember you.
Maybe you could sit here for ten more minutes and continue talking and asking me questions about my joys and about my hopes. We are all lonely sometimes.
Would you, please, say that beautiful, meaningful thank you. Write it out with a small, special, hand-made card. I’ll keep that card in my desk drawer for eternity.
Would you, please, laugh a bit louder, maybe a nose snort, maybe a guffaw, and widen your smile and look directly into my eyes? Because I want to laugh with you.
Would you? I need you to do this. We need you to do this.