Of talking to Strangers

You listened.

I never intended to unload all my drama on you. I didn’t mean to burden you with what’s going on with me. But I did, I still did, because somehow you knew, you could sense that something’s up, something’s wrong, without me having to say anything. And I guess I was comfortable with talking to you, you made me feel snuggly comfortable even if we were countries apart. You’ve heard from me all that was ugly but you made me feel pretty, you made me feel perfect. You gave the soundest lectures. You made sense. You made me laugh by acting all silly during the worst times. You diverted my attention to talks of aliens and outer space which was kinda cool. You showered me with flowers. You made me feel safe and I’m sorry that you’ve to constantly deal with me and the rest of me.

Thank you. Just thank you. It may just be words, sentences, conversations, a chat thread, a voice message, but know that it means a whole lot to me, a whole lot. Thank you, really.

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xx

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