I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
This reminds me of how rich my life is. Of how many people have trusted me with their honest moments and how it feels to hold someone while the walls come crashing down. It seems as if this month has been incredibly difficult for so many of my friends and family, but knowing that I can be there and hold them up through these rough seas makes me feel my purpose in this life. Not just to be there for the joyous celebratory moments, or even the quite contemplative fragments, but also on the occasions where the demons come out to play. That is when people are the most vulnerable and the most honest. This is trust. That is love.