the way life works seriously continues to amaze and surprise me.
you, at some point, meet someone and become negligent to tell them the big stuff about you and your life at first and about the way you carry your messy self.
only to realize you've made a bigger mess.
then, as time goes on, you find yourself telling them things you've never even said aloud before.
you find yourself telling them about the things that trouble you and about the things that make you sad, about the things that make you angry.
you tell them about the things that go on inside your home and inside your head.
then eventually, you find yourself over sharing and being overly comfortable.
why you’ve never met someone who made pouring your words out so easy.
who ever made you feel so safe, comfortable, and at home.
the only problem is that once this realization hits, you try your best to push them away like you did in the beginning, but it no longer
works.
it no longer works because they know your ways and you spill without even trying; your conscious no longer puts that wall up for them.
and well, if you’re lucky, and i mean really lucky, they might just stick around after really getting to know you.
