Some people may often say they are there for you and you can be vulnerable with them and when you bare yourself, letting them settle beneath the layers of your chaotic mind, at times they are just clueless, absolutely unaware of how to deal with your (huge) mess. They simply can't p r o c e s s your thoughts and emotions. Perhaps that is why I write because no matter how good listeners humans turn out to be, they can never replace a blank sheet; an empty page of your diary that can contain all your insecurities, where you can stain every page with your overwhelming emotions and you can be as raw and reckless as you want to be. But I must not deny if you have someone you can turn to like you would rely on those empty spaces you spill with ink, if that someone waits for you and listens to you patiently, like the blank page that doesn't complain, then there is nothing more precious than that very soul in your life. Someone who can let you pour your storm, not just the mellow sweet whispers of your heart, when you explode and burst, they hold you, at your worst, that is what it means to have true love in your life. When you just go through all the phases together, not knowing why it hurts but all you know is that you have each other and so healing becomes easier.
ā I want someone I can be vulnerable with;
our souls absolutely naked. // Sparkandashes (via tumblr)
