how often than not, it’s been lingering in my mind to write on this; the art of being understood. the art of your intentions, thoughts, every act of yours being understood without the uncertainties of being misunderstood lurking within you.

the process of purging out what’s been lurking in your heart, what’s been disturbing you, what you had once experienced, what excites you, what pushes forward to do something, what interests, you, what inspires you, what makes you who/whom you are, what had brought rather a big dislike to something you once liked or, once had joy at.

…that moment of releasing how you feel, what you feel and, getting rather good feedback. the lovely aftermath that sticks to your heart, pure joy. that moment when you had that one person who sees your crash out session, your interests, how your day went or, what exactly ruined your day as a point of connection that bridges you both together, rather than, a point of transferred infliction.

where your plights and acts of self-expression become felt rather than, thrown under the bus. where every complaint of yours rather feels seen than, leave you empty. where your thoughts leave them putting a listening ear, pouring rightly into you than, leaving you more drained.

where your interests, rather leave them exploring you more. wanting to know why exactly those interests interests you, what exactly made them feel chosen by you. what pushes you to rightly do them, to want to engage in the moment of them. where your interests spark interest in them than, leave you in distress of doubts and, total wearies.

where your thoughts and opinions become a self language to them; they seek to learn, relearn your choices, and, put into action what exactly makes your choices right. where your choices rightly feel put in place rather than displaced.

where they seek to learn your likes & dislikes on certain things which makes you, you. where often than not, your preferences gets to be heard, chosen, and accepted with no conflict.

where your thoughts find complete joy in being presently shared with them. where you’re allowed to do you, feel you, and, rather often than not, be understood with no doubt while you’re just being yourself.

cupid.