Same

And sometimes I wonder, not about people’s differences, but about what makes us the same. I wonder if we have the same aching spot in our chest, that we’ve chosen to hide. That scar in our hearts that we’ve chosen not to reveal. Sometimes I want to meet someone who will understand me. Who will tell me the words I want and I need to hear at the same time. Because sometimes, my words aren’t enough to describe everything I’ve felt inside.