You have seen me for all that I am.
Covered in the darkest, unfathomable essence of the night,
I have bared all of my soul to you in the softest of tones.
I have given you access to all of my memories.
The most vulnerable pieces of me were yours for the taking,
and placing my trust in you to the forefront, I let you explore.

I was scared and frightened, that you would see the damage
and wonder how a person could fall so low and be so deeply afflicted.
When I first confessed to you those recesses of my mind
that no one else has ever had the permission to peruse, it terrified me.
My hands shook, and my heart’s rate was erratic
especially when I was met with silence at first, as you let my past spread over you.

I thought I had went too far, that I was someone you couldn’t cope with.
Something told me in my subconscious that although it was painful, it was right.
How profound could I expect this seemingly accidental friendship to be?
However, you have always told me differently. There were no accidents;
there was only fate, and everyone meets for a reason.
It took me some time to believe in this concept; I had met people before that had broken me.

If I had told you all of this face to face
in some dim coffee shop, tucked in the corner
I don’t think it would have been possible
to keep my hands from trembling in front of you.
As I bared all to you, as if you had known me for years instead of days
I quaked with fresh torture; I was fully clothed, and yet still stripped down to the bone.

The people that have known me since life began
have never had access to all of my mistakes.
To them, I keep silent, as they expect me to
when speaking of anything darker than saccharine sweetness.
They know my surface;
you, my deepest confidante, know me to my core.

Will that be enough for you to hold onto?
Can you live with the silent promise, unspoken as it may be in these quiet moments?
I will always be here to listen, to support, and rejoice in your successes
and feel dispirited with you at life’s hardships.
Surely in the depths of our emotions, we know that as long as we’re both alive,
we can never truly be alone.

Even though you have become so much to me,
under the surface it intimidates me to let you know just how much.
Likely more, that I could never accurately convey my tentative emotions towards you.
Only when right here, in the moment with you, can I feel comfortable in this singular knowledge.
Very obviously it seems that we were meant to always know each other.
Eventually I may get up the nerve to state one simple truth to you.

You are my source of equilibrium; the soft, delicate way that we trade thoughts
and explore our most private, personal facets of our minds in quiet whispers
long past when the sun has hidden and the moon is on full display.
Despite this distance between us, it’s crucial for you to know one thing.
As long as my lungs require air, and my heart keeps coursing blood through veins
I want to be in your life, through it all, for the rest of mine.