the intimacy of being understood

an unspoken connection

Over the last few years, I’ve had to let go of people who just didn’t get me. They weren’t bad people, and there were no arguments. I have no distaste for them. I simply craved the intimacy of being understood. 

I’ve spent my entire life feeling like I wasn’t completely understood by even the closest of friends. Part of that was surely my fault for being unable to fully communicate all of my complexities. I’m sure my friends over the years have felt misunderstood by me in return. It’s a two-way street.

I’ve always envied connections where nothing is said and everything is understood. Being seen in a true light is a vulnerable act on its own, but having to bring that true light to existence with an explanation strips you bare. Often I’ve found that when you have to explain yourself, you’re usually past the point of being understood regardless. So two people with an unspoken familiarity of each other’s minds is an intimacy worth appreciating.

One can only dilute themselves so much for the sake of being understood. When two people are attuned to two different frequencies, sometimes it’s better to part ways.