Have you ever read anything so honest and so pure that you cannot keep reading it all the way through? You have to stop- to take a break. Set it down. Pick it up. Re-read a line. Read a paragraph. The cycle repeats. It hits you in such a way, that you wonder if this is something your very own heart wrote. You wonder if it’s really possible that someone, somewhere feels the same way, and you wonder how strange it is that your struggles aren’t nearly as unique as you thought.
You breathe. You think. You read. You cry.
Someone else’s honesty breaks your heart- it changes you. It makes you want to be more you, it makes you want to quit lying to yourself.