"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away." -George Eliot
It is such a rare thing to find those people with whom we truly feel safe. So rare, in fact, that I can count the people that have been in my life in such a capacity on one hand. I married one. I've known others since junior high, college and some I've met since then. What's really funny to me is that most of the time, these people are ones that I wouldn't normally have thought would become such a haven for me when I met them. Some are young, some are older, and most all of them have very different personalities from myself. That "judging a book by its cover" saying...I think it might be true.
I miss them. I miss having the laughs, the tender, vulnerable moments, the honesty. I become such a fortress when left to my own devices...
I hope to be with all or some of them again soon.
I love you all,
sam