It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love. It doesn’t interest me how much money you make. I want to know if you have touched the center of your soul. It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even if it is not pretty every day. I want to know if you can live with failure…yours and mine. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair and do what needs to be done. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and shrink back.