i really am humbled by those moments when you really see another. not the surface "real". not the real that we've made our norm. or the real we are around our friends. or our lovers. or our family. or even our selves sometimes. who we are in that place we hide our dirty little secrets and those thoughts we wish we never thought. but rather those moments that, no matter if we've been broken or just moved, we have had to be who we really are. when we have had no choice but to be that vulnerable in anothers presence.
i saw an old friend today. she really was a sight for sore eyes.