What I really want you to know about me is that I feel the same feelings that you do.
I have felt despair and I know how deep it cuts.
I have felt crushing loneliness.
White hot fury.
I have felt the deflated sense of helplessness.
I have felt defeat.
I have also felt passion that could light up the sky.
And laughter that makes me want to burst.
And triumph from taking a risk and knowing the win was mine.
And compassion so thick that it binds me to another soul.
And love that feels so strong I wonder if it will break me.
You and I... we connect at these places.
You feel these things and so do I.
The places where we have hurt and healed.
If we can show each other the wounds.
This is the only conversation worth having.