I saw my kindred spirit today. We haven’t seen each other in a long time, but she’s the one that you pick up with right where you left off. I love and adore her. She’s the one that reads your soul because you’re so much like mirror images in that sense. So here I am tonight…full of tears…because we opened that door. Just by being together. Without saying anything. The door that I try to keep closed tightly. The door that you hide all of the real hurts behind. We don’t need to talk about them because we wear them on our sleeves and see them in each others eyes. When I see her I see all of the beauty in her soul and she sees mine and we don’t need to say it but we wonder why we can’t see our own when everyone else can. When I see her and the pain she goes through it’s like touching my own, and I sit here tonight and wonder how two such beautiful souls can hurt so much and bury so much and I wonder what happened when we were so young that told us we weren’t those beautiful souls and now we’ve spent a lifetime trying to tell ourselves we are and we still haven’t convinced the little girl inside each of us that she’s ok and she’s loved and she’s good. And I try to close the door again but it’s open for awhile…

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