“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” (“I guess?”)
“You sure? Do you want me here?”
“No, you can leave.” (“Please stay.”)
“Sorry. I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything.” (“Tell me everything’s gonna be okay.”)
How many times have we lied to ourselves and others, closing the front gate every time the vulnerable side of us threatens to march in protest, violently shoving the need for a pat on the back or a look of pity we are too ashamed to want down our throats?
How many times have we put up a facade, building a giant wall no one would be able to climb over to see the beautiful side of us—the cracked cement, the abandoned caves, the rabbit holes—we mistake for imperfections rather than a bond uniting all of us, the only thing we actually have in common?
All the words left unspoken… they deserve better. You deserve better.