When I meet with you

it is a gift.

A gift to myself and one to you.

For you to meet with me here, you have offered your time — something I can never give back.

Whether the time is well spent

is something only you could say

and I hope that you consider it is.

For me to meet with you here, I have offered my time — something you can never give back.

What I am telling you, as you sit across from me at this table

is that you are the most valuable thing I could be spending this (my most precious offering)


When I meet with you here,

it is because

you are more valuable than even these moments of my life which I willingly trade

in order to hear your thoughts and share your laughter or tears.

It isn’t my love that I give

it is my time

but truly

are they not one and the same?


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