... to Her

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I want the feeling of telling someone all the secrets of my life, dynamically as they form, and not be judged, again.

I want the feeling of someone taking my side no matter what, whoever says whatever, I mean through any heck thing in the world, again.

And I want the feeling of that someone making me see why those people said what they did, again.

I want the feeling of being called by weird but adorable names, that don't mean much as such, again.

I want the feeling of someone working with me for my thing as passionately and committedly as if it's their own, time and again, again.

I want the feeling of someone helping me learn something really affectionately, again.

And I want the feeling of that someone having that same affection, while they explain me even for the eleventh time all over again, again.

I want the feeling of someone listening to me complain about stuff and people, with no prejudice, again.

And I want the feeling of someone making me see the deal through those people's eyes, again.

I want the feeling of committing a mistake, but not being tensed because of having someone who would figure out everything, again.

I want the feeling of having faith on someone blindly, again.

I want the feeling of being looked out for, even without my knowledge, again

I want the feeling of being cared and loved by someone being hysterically unconditioned, again.

I want to feel all this again.
I want to go back.

I want to be eight all over again.