BUBU.

The way you know you have found the right one is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with the person. Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain 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. - Dinah Craik

A breath of fresh air. How very relieving. To have this confirm that, hmm, while we may not be yet what we plan to be, I'm zero percent doubtful of how I feel.

That's why you should understand why you hear certain things from me; how outspoken I can be when with you; that if i may be naked, i am gonna be. Because there is a thing we call comfort. And although it comes in many forms--from diapers to socks to candies (?)--what I get from you is certainly nothing commercial. It is too natural it feels like flesh.

But more importantly, that's why you should understand why I hurt when you keep silent, more so when you lie. Because not only do you not trust me as much, you also feel less. The thing you do when you sift your thoughts, when my reactions worry you before I make them--they're indicators of what we, I fear -- doubt. When your words do not define your actions, you to me become obscure.

But you know what? The first part of this post, to me, still remains true. True not because it is, but because it is here.