who knows, together we may see our dream come true.
maybe…
if we let go
stop being afraid of truth
stop harboring anger in those little tiny pockets of our jeans-
stop eating in silence and feeding all our fears;
maybe we could be great together –
really knock this thing out of the park-
if we could speak life and words that build each other up
instead of tearing down-
if we learn to listen when the other speaks
to stay absolutely quiet and not be petty-
if we learned to care less about all the little things
as if we’ve had some revelation about all the stuff
that really matters.
maybe….just maybe-
we could start to dream together.

(The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman- last sentence of last chapter)