Some of my feelings

Nobody cares about my inner world. But you do.

It’s comforting and frightening. Not because I have anything to hide. More like, is there anyone who would truly get it? Or am I bound to being an eternally misunderstood person? It’s one thing to not be understood, it’s another thing entirely when people think they understand you, but actually, they don’t.

Maybe it’s one reason why I don’t claim to know or understand you completely. It gives space for things that require more intimate access, more trust, and the proper conditions. I acknowledge that I don’t have those yet. Think of it as a form of respect. I’m sure you would feel the same towards me.

Either way, I think of you, I care about you and I do miss you.

I have real fears and I have a reality that you may not have considered. The logistics might be difficult even for a problem solver like me.

Yet the thought of you Is comforting.

I hope you have reasons to smile today. And I hope you are safe and well. Sending you ❤️