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Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, boy, take it off now, boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight, oh, tonight?
See beneath, see beneath,
I...
Tonight
I...
You sit in silence for so long. Your head rests on his chest. You can feel him breathe and it's soothing.
He tells you a story. You try to process everything he said and to process a rational response and then realise this is not the time for rationality.
He starts again, quietly.
He tells you how you complete him and how he knows he's not good enough but could you please just try?
Because, quite frankly, life just isn't worth living without you.
You feel there's something significant in that sentence. Not suicide, but a tacit acknowledgement that you cannot remain where you are now both physically and emotionally.
If you turn him down this evening, you can't imagine you'll ever see him at the Lyell Centre or your flat again.
He finishes by quoting Dylan Thomas. That passage you know and relate to so well. You didn't even know he'd read the book while he held it for you that time. Now you realise that the momentum you felt since your father's funeral was driven not just by events but by him.
He's asking you to let him in, to see beneath that final layer and to let him into your heart.
For he has done just that to you.
The problem is: can you do it?
