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I Am Me, As Are You

One of the hardest parts, in my opinion, with moving forward in forming relations, is finding someone who will accept all of you and get along with all of you. Sure, I can get along with the surface of just about anyone from any background, but when it comes to the heart, it can be hard to open up. One of my biggest fears is finding an individual who fits like a puzzle piece but when it gets down to the worst of the worst I have too much to accept. Am I even making sense?

Small talk is nice at times. Hi, how was your day? Good and yours? Busy.

Typically when I ask how someones day is, I literally want to know how their day was. I care. I want the best for people. I noticed that it can be a challenge to not explode personal information. I want to know you and I want you to know me but I have to remember that it takes time to get to know someone. Nothing should be rushed. After all, the strongest and tallest trees all grew slowly, just as any relationship should.

Would be nice to tell someone everything about me up front. Once they know everything it's up to them if they want to keep talking or not. If not, I completely understand. I am me, mistakes and wounds included, as are you. I guess what I am saying is just that.
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