I want you to see everything else other than what I choose to disclose to the world.

I need you to hear the fear behind the giggle I make when I pretend to be okay.

I need you to see the joy in my heart even when I face chaos, confusion and disappointments.

Know that I have won battles I never thought I was ready for, know that I kept my insecurities aside when I chose to bear it all. 

Know that I have felt hurt and I embraced every wave it drowned me in, which makes me perfectly capable of doing this by myself. But I don’t want to, I want you and the things you say, the things in your mind. I want the tone in your voice when you had a long day, I want the serenity I feel when you call in the mornings. I want the possibilities in my head; the ones that keep me up at night that maybe something good might happen if I let these walls fall.