Drunkly, you spilled out your thoughts;
“I’m sorry my actions have caused you pain. Please, never invest your beautiful self into unkind people again. At least now you have blunt me, telling you when you’re being naive. ”
I hadn’t heard from you in a while, initially I was in awe. I mustered the courage to respond;
“If I’m being honest, the hurt I’ve endured isn’t entirely your fault. It’s my own. I’ve always called myself a dreamer, as I keep my hopes up even when there’s no reason to be hopeful. Typically, ends painfully – but it’s who I am. A blunt you is better than ugly people who say the prettiest lies.”
Silence – not long but unnerving.. you responded with words I’ve longed to hear:
“This here, the real you, the one that isn’t hiding anything, or covering things up with humour – the one that isn’t beating around the bush.. this is my girl.”
Our inconsistency has become a constant variable in our lives. Something I’ve yet to understand, but have come to terms with.
We’ve found balance in our chaos within each other, not always there – but never, truly gone.