the inner workings of my mind and soul.

I see you

{her perspective}
"I want to say thank you.  thank you for your support, for all the friends I've made, for all of it. thank you. thank you for being so amazing and incredible. I love y'all so much more than I can ever express.  thank you again." I blow a kiss to the crowd and walk off stage as music plays and the moment is over. now, all I have to do is make it through the rest of the evening. these events always feel like so much work. I feel like they should  be more fun for me they  simply are not. I smile when spoken too. I'm polite, I talk. I get personal with a few I feel I can. I am the image of someone having a good time. so how come I'm  not and how is it possible  that no one sees it."

{his perspective}
I see it. her smile falters when she thinks no one is looking, her eyes are pleading for help  everytime they have contact with someone else's. she needs to know I see her. how do I tell her? talking would be a good way so I'll try that.
"hey" I say stupidly.  she turns with that smile and says "hello." it's not much but it's a start. "I see you." I say. she looks like she's  seen a ghost. only for a moment do I get to see behind her guard. she's  so beautiful. "oh." she says. "and what do you see?" there is so much unspoken  depth and weight to this question.  how do I tell her? how do I tell her i see her pain and I see the beauty of that pain? how do I tell her i hear her silent plea and I want to pull her up from the  water? how? again words and speaking js probably a good place to start. here goes nothing, please don't screw this up.
"I see that you are hurting  but you don't want to hurt those around you or bring them down so you stay silent. I see that you are not actually having a good time right now. that you are secretly day dreaming about being back in your hotel or apartment, alone when everyone has gone; so you can let loose. so you  can curl up and watch something you want to watch or listen to what you want to listen to. to do what you want whether that's nothing  or everything. you are waiting til you are in control again. you are currently looking  at this stranger in front of you wondering how in world he could know all of this. how could he possibly be the one? how could he be the one who finally sees past all of it? am i right?" i ask finally realizing i have probably been talking to long. she takes a moment pondering over all that was said, with her eyebrows slightly arched, and those eyes piercing holes in me. it feels as if time stretches into nothing, slowing everything down until it snaps. "how?" she questions.

"because i am the same way."  i reply, feeling my lips begin to smile which leads my eyes, my chest my heart, my hands, my feet even, everything i am is breathtakingly incandescently happy. she is my light at the end of the tunnel and i am being surrounded by blissful beautiful light.

{her perspective}
he saw me, he still sees me, i see him and he sees me.we have had each other in more ways than one since that first meeting. he is the person i want beside me wherever i go next. what is even more unbelievable is i am the person he wants next to him wherever he travels to next. we are seeing the world with each other. he calls me out when i go back to my old ways and i do the same with him. we understand each other, he is my person, the one i know i'm meant for.

{his perspective} she is my person, i know we are meant for each other. i can feel it and somehow i know she can too.