You’re going to have to ask for it. You’re going to have to tell me you love me. If you want to be involved in the things I do; if you want to be kissing my lips, placing your hand on this ass; you’re going to have to do more than assume. Because I’m not putting my heart on a silver platter for you without knowing; not being sure. I don’t want to wonder about what anything means. I don’t want to guess. I want to know: flat out, black and white, clear as crystal. All you have to do is ask. You know the answer.