Ironic

After I finished typing the post below this one, I went to the top of my blog and clicked the "Next Blog" button.  And the first post, written nearly 2 years ago, by someone who looks to be maybe in her early 20s, just starting out in life, asking a question I have been asking MY ENTIRE LIFE.  And I ache with the thought that I am STILL asking it, and it compounds the pain that is sitting in my chest and abdomen tonight.  I quote the author, named Merea:

I wonder what it would be like to be really be known by another human. To be studied and thought about. To get to answer probing questions. To be loved enough to try and make sense of your mess. To not have to explain everything you do. When you are thinking, they know your thinking face. When you are sad, they know the right way to ask you about it. When you are worried, they tell you to stop, because they know that would encourage you and not make you angry. They would tell you the truth. You wouldn't have to explain yourself over and over. Misunderstandings would be few and far between, they would happen, but they would know you well enough to know that you would like to figure it out. They give you the benefit of the doubt. they understand that your tears aren't scary, they just come on often occasions. They would see your weaknesses and recognize their own, but love anyway. and even when they don't "know," they try to learn more...
I wonder what that would be like.