but you already knew that

I won't ask you to feel any which way for me, not so that you fit my mood or because I don't want to be brought down or whichever other reason there might be; I simply cannot ask of such things. I'll sit by your side and I'll have you as you are. I want you as you come. I don't want an act and I don't want a certain face or persona glued to a false ideal of happiness and cheer; I don't have a need for that. I'm aware you hurt sometimes and that is fine. It assures me we're alive sometimes. That might sound a bit senseless, I know, but it's true. Tying and winding in and out of superficial relations and bonds makes things appear that way sometimes. Nothing, but a plaster of shells seemingly perfect and untouched, all laughing radiantly and it's all glistening and so beautiful all the time, but it's really not and it doesn't have to be. I just want to you know that I hurt too sometimes and that I know about having to pretend otherwise. It's an uncanny perturb feeling that I don't want you to ever encounter because you think I want you to be anything other than yourself. You will never get this from me. This is Truth.

xx
Amely