I think that the truth is, you don’t need a bunch of people to like what you’re about/appreciate it let alone even understand it.
I think that We (myself included) put so much emphasis on what other people think without even realizing. You stand up there and say, no I love myself and I’m secure and it doesn’t bother me that people don’t get me and if that’s true for you that’s a wonderful thing. If it’s not, that’s okay too. Maybe you don’t love yourself quite yet, maybe you aren’t secure in how you feel and you’re still longing to find people that make you feel safe because they just know how it all feels.
But as I’m laying here in bed with weary eyes and a lot of thoughts swirling around in my brain, the most prominent one is this:
maybe you don’t need anyone or everyone to get you, maybe you just need that one person. at the end of the day when your stomach hurts and you’re scared and hair is falling out in the shower all over again, you don’t need a crowd of people to tell you that your opinion is valid.
You might just need a hand slowly moving ontop of yours, resting there, intertwining their fingers with your own. A shoulder to rest your head on and a person that won’t mind if you say you’re too afraid to do it by yourself this time. A person that can just look at you and say, “I understand, but you’re still the most terrific person I’ve ever met.” And with that look in their eye, you’re both curling into each other under the covers and falling asleep. And maybe all you need to hear then is their heartbeat, whispering I understand you. I understand you, I understand you, Until you fall asleep.