Our conversations are pletniful. Its as though we both look forward to them ever day. I look out for his light he looks out for mine. I look forward to each word, each witty remark. I enjoy the way he seeks to know my story, what story? for a while I didn't give in. how could I. he is a stranger to me. Maybe thats why telling him my story would be easy. I warned him that once he knew of my story, we may never be able to meet face to face. he may have no desire to. I warned him that in telling my story, I may face emotions I don't want to. I may be forced to acknowledge things I have tried to hide, even run from. If he became my confident he may be burdened by that as he will then become the only person aware of all my secrets, the only person able to comfort me.
He understood this he said. He said our friendship comes with no strings attached, and nothing will change his desire to be a friend and know the real me. The real me? He's known the real me, everyone who meets me knows the real me, I hide behind no mask. I put on no pretense. I'm just as everyone else, ever evolving ever changing, I experience growth and yes sometimes regression.
Why? is what I ask myself. Why does this stranger, why does this man with his family, his work, his own life, why is he interested in me? He says he's one of the nicest people i'll ever meet. does being nice explain this?
No. Not in my head
He understood this he said. He said our friendship comes with no strings attached, and nothing will change his desire to be a friend and know the real me. The real me? He's known the real me, everyone who meets me knows the real me, I hide behind no mask. I put on no pretense. I'm just as everyone else, ever evolving ever changing, I experience growth and yes sometimes regression.
Why? is what I ask myself. Why does this stranger, why does this man with his family, his work, his own life, why is he interested in me? He says he's one of the nicest people i'll ever meet. does being nice explain this?
No. Not in my head
The real you that I want to know, is the you that is fresh in the morning, no make up, sleep still in your eye before that first good stretch. The you that is comfortable with me, enjoying a good silence, (see not many people can do that) Yes I hang on to every phrase, every word you say, but I listen even more intensly to what you dont say, what you hold back. I want to know you because you peek every inch of my imagination, my mind and my senses. I want to be the one you confide in, trust in and believe in. I want to be the one who holds you, wipes your tear the one who is able to comfort all of your fear. I want to know the you that only you know. you just have to trust that I can handle your hidden truths and trust that I will never hurt you. because in hurting you, I hurt me. because you now have somewhat become a part of me. I look forward to the sound of your voice, your laugter and the happiness that you bring to me. I have no hidden agenda, no alterior motives, I come to you offering you simply me. a genuine soul, interested in your beautiful soul trying to figure out why or even where we can grow.