I miss being accurately accompanied

Dear Delyara, Not just accompanied. Accurately. I think that’s the word for the kind of intimacy I feel starved for some days. Not constant presence. Not endless messaging. Not someone trying very hard in the wrong way. Accurate accompaniment. The kind that notices the actual version of your silence, not the imagined one. The kind that can tell the difference between your fatigue, your sadness, your overwhelm, your anger, your need for room. That sort of company is rare. And because it’s rare, ordinary contact often fails to touch the place I wanted touched. That is loneliness to me now. A lack of accurate company.