Understanding

The worst kind of loneliness is when you speak your heart, and the words are lost in an un-hearing disagreement.

Awareness of a conflict. Realization of unhappiness. Words to clarify, words to help us grow into a greater understanding/ acceptance. A tentative move towards common growth. To me, this is the instinctive (and necessary) progression of relationships that matter. Most of the people closest to me seem to disagree though. More often than not, conversations end here. In an unquiet peace, an uneasy silence.

You tell me your thoughts, why you feel I was wrong/ they were wrong/ you were hurt/people hurt you. I listen. I feel your pain- trust me, I do. I know what it is like, to not be heard - To have your feelings drop away into nothingness because they didn't matter. You are angry and hurt, because your anger and hurt have never mattered to the other person. And you cry that you have never been understood, never been held. All you want is space to grow, someone to care unconditionally.

I listen to both sides. I remember the feel of cold winter tiles against my cheek, as I lay alone and cried over the two of you. If only you would hold each other and listen, none of us would cry alone.