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I tend to like to reduce things to make a point and it occured to me on the subway the other day in examining the point of intersection of an odd number of my accutely varied interests, that in the spirit of this, everyone has one sentence they are waiting and yearning to hear. And in this waiting and yearning, they mistake all sorts of other things for it.

For me, it's "I want to build an empire with you" and what I've actually responded to, more than I'd ever like to admit are variants of "I want you to build an empire with me" and "I want you to help me build an empire" -- subtle differences that chaffed at me absurdly and served me not at all. This leads tangentally to something I don't care to get into today, which is that in my past I have often chosen and sought restriction because the ache of wanting was too much. Obviously, I don't exactly choose that path anymore.

Those who know the who and the how of some of my past relationships, particularly those of my early and mid-twenties, will nod and giggle. Actually, it's nod and giggle worthy regardless.

But tell me, what is the sentence you are waiting to hear? And what do you respond to quite foolishly in the process of listening too hard?

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My first reaction was, "I want to make a home and make art with you," for the sentence I've wanted to hear (and have finally heard); and "I want you to make my dream home while I make art -- or talk about making it," as the one I responded to as if it were the former.

Let me think about this, because there are other sentences I am waiting or have waited to hear. The question of what have I responded to instead, though, is very illuminating (though there are things scuttling away in the light that I might have preferred not to see).