I am the person you think of when you are on the verge of collapse.
I am your secret keeper, your personal diary.
I am the one with whom you can share your laughter and sorrow.
Your 3 Am phone calls, your broken love stories.
Talk about the mystery of the universe or the kiss you shared with a nameless guy.
To whom you can rip off that fake mask you have put on all day.
To whom you can show your broken wings and tainted heart.
With me, you can be you.
The unknown you.
The truest version of yours, the existence of which, you were completely unaware of.
But to you, I was no one or maybe just a feeling.
The feeling of being heard, the feeling of being understood, the feeling of safety and comfort.
The feeling you searched in every face you meet but found where you never looked.
©Wallflower
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