Come with me, here,...sit down together, shall we?
Sometimes people are lonely, you know,...despite families, friends, jobs (or even JUST for it)...sometimes people are lonely inside, and sad, and broken. Sometimes they have personal issues, nasty things to face to, all alone because they don't want to annoy others. Mostly because others wouldn't understand and they'd gave only pity. Or empty, useless critics without even bother to listening. Giving you shame.
Sometimes people doesn't have anyone to talk about their shit.
Sometimes all they can do is crying all the pain in the dark at night, hugging the pillow, silencing even there because even their tears' sounds is unbearable.
And,...and I know it sounds absurd, darling, I know...but,...but you're become their safe place.
Don't look me this way, sweetie, I know what I'm talking about because I'm one of those persons.
You're become my safe place, if it could have any sense.
My imperfect hero to speak with whenever I need to. I know, I know,...all I do is write you pages and pages of stupid personal notes, period,...but in those notes are my worst demons, my darkest side, my fears, my insecurities, and I chose to tell them to you.
Because I don't know for what kind of magic, bless, curse, silly childish wish,...whatever,...i feel understood by you. I feel that you can understand my pain, my rage, my stupid inner fights.
Without make me feel ashamed of myself.
Without mocking me, or call me names.
This is why my heart was broken when they have decided to cut you off from me (from all of us) in that disgusting, repulsive way. So disrespecting. So ungrateful. So unnecessarily brutal.
As if they have decided to make us suffer. To blatantly and purposefully traumatise us.
Only for the reason that you are important for us.
My heart still broken, sweetie, but you know what? I won't submit to this. To this reality they forced us to accept. Never. And neither you have to.
You're never gone anywhere.
Don't mind to those who mistreat you this way. To those who have tried to downgrade you, to push you in the background because you wouldn't supposed to be loved.
Because you're not supposed to be the hero. You should have been the villain to keep away. You should have been the loser, since the beginning. The less important. The one to even notice.
As we are. The losers. But things are gone differently, for once.
In a way you never imagine. And not only for me. I'm speaking for myself, right now, but I'm more than sure that there're thousands of other people like me, out there,...shy, broken, sad, struggling to cope hard times, alone,...who've choosed you for my same reasons. Because you can understand us.
Because you know how hard, and how bad it is.
I don't care how bad they can treat you, my precious boy, because you are with us and we will love you and care about you, forever.
And you don't have to be valid just because someone else told you so. You have your own light, and power to shine through. You are you, and you're perfect your own way.
And that light, that power, will overcome any wicked actions, any hate against you.
Smile, sweetie,...and keep to be my smirking, sassy, beautiful imperfect hero.
