Emotions

I was just talking to him. I woke up only few minutes before he called. I love it when I get to hear his voice first thing in the morning. Well I mean "my morning" which is usually after 12 noon. His voice boosts up my soul, plays with my emotions so smoothly and give me enough energy to go on all day. My emotion gets so real I can see it right in front of me. I see my emotion as a very beautiful girl, not a mature woman, a very beautiful young girl with long hair and deep eyes who sometimes plays around, laughs hard and makes everyone happy. A very beautiful girl who sometimes sits beside the ocean, staring at sunset, letting her feet get wet, letting her hair fly with the wind, thinking so deep you would think not even the biggest waves could interrupt her uniformity.
He told me emotion is like performing arts. It needs to be presented, offered, exposed,... evaluated. If it doesn't, it will fade away, just like performing arts, it will die.
I will expose my emotions, I will let him see the beautiful young girl with long hair and deep eyes. I will let him laugh with her, cry with her, sit with her beside the ocean and watch the sunrise. I will let him evaluate her beauty. The beautiful young girl inside the not so beautiful mature woman. I wont let her die.