I wanted someone who could hold the unfinished version of me

Dear Delyara, Not the version with the insight ready. Not the version with the polished explanation. The unfinished one. The one still in the weather, not yet at the lesson. The one who doesn’t know what the feeling means yet but still needs some gentleness around it. That kind of company feels rare in my life. And its absence has a very specific ache. I felt that ache strongly this week.