I do have one person I talk to about everything with. And I do mean just about every insignificant detail. This person helps me analyze myself. Helps me see who I am from someone else’s eyes, but also gives advice and helps guide me to the right decision. It’s not even normal, me doing that. My incapability to express myself doesn’t really matter with them, because they can basically sense everything that I’m feeling just by little details I give them. They actually strive to push me to be happy. They push me to be a better person, to grow and to learn from my mistakes.

Granted, I needed a person to do this to me years ago. Someone who could build my courage, rather than my parents who basically stamped out every inch of pride I had in myself.

I’ve honestly never had to trust anyone more than this person. This one person’s belief in my ability to succeed astounds me on a daily basis.

They’re one of the best people I’ve met. Its such an unconventional friendship.

I spend most of my time telling this person that I hate them. But mainly its because I’m trying to hide the terror I feel being that vulnerable.

I hate the vulnerability this causes for me. I don’t like people know as much about me as they do.

But I didn’t have a choice. They knew too much before I even met them. They read me too easily and figured out who I am even if I can’t.

I wouldn’t be anywhere near as comfortable as I’m getting in my own skin without this person. They honestly accept me for everything that I am. Down to every last issue. They don’t get irritated with me for my annoying tendencies or my insane ramblings or my strange thought processes. They only time I’ve ever seen this person mad or frustrated with me is when I doubt myself, or am mean to myself about something.

Its amazing. It truly is. But this person means a lot to me. I do not know where I would be without them.