Figure you, me.

Woo, new layout.

I wonder what you might get out of this short passage.

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You do not know who I am, even though you see me everyday. You are always around me, constantly lingering by me, yet you still do not know what I think, see, hear, touch, taste or smell. You hear my every word, but you do not understand. You answer my questions, but you do not take notice of my reactions. You seem blissfully ignorant to me.

But I know you. I ask you inquisitive questions, making sure I am able to extract all information relevant to me. I take note of every elongated syllable, and how you enunciate your words. I watch you, and I see your reactions. I know how you think. After all, you speak your mind, don't you? But you know when to keep quiet, and that's when there's too much on your mind. You hold your tongue in fear that something might spill out. Your insecurity leaves you unable to trust yourself with your thoughts; you eventually will tell me anyway. And I hear, and I listen. I continue to watch you, for 90% of your communication your use of body language.

You gossip and complain, and you share exciting exerpts of scenes from your life. You reminisce, but not for long. You don't want the past to weigh down on you. You jump up and dance around, you act out your favourite episodes and quote your favourite lines. You gaze at your audience expectantly, and this is where I step in.

I mimic your moves; enough to keep you entertained and joyous. I withdraw myself to allow you your desired attention. I devote myself to see you smile, laugh, and have fun. However, I know when you need a break. I delicately take you away from the centre, for you to have your own time. I watch over you, but I dare not speak more than you. I know how far I can go with you, because I've been too far before. You ask for advice; I give you truth, but only as far as you need it be. You continue to talk, moan, worry, and I continue to listen, support, care. Why? Because I love you. I know all about you, and I know what you need, want, and desire deeply. I encounter you everyday.

And perhaps ignorance is bliss, because you needn't understand me to be happy.

I ask for nothing more but for happiness and joy to spread across your face and resonate throughout your body. This is what matters most to me, and that I be the one who helps you achieve this.

And this is also the reason to who I am. I constantly linger with you, watching you, hovering behind or beside you, given what you feel. I stand very close to you, always hugging your arm, or holding your garments. Perhaps maybe I wonder when you would want to know me more, but I still hover behind you while you talk nineteen to the dozen about life's mishaps as well as its' fortunes. I smile behind you, in adoration and admiration of your splendour and joy.

You needn't know about me, because all I am aims to make you happy. I would like to be known, but only as your supporter. That's all I ask from you.

Maybe one day you'll get to know me. One day, when you do the same what I do to you. However, it may not be possible; chances are that it will be exponentially harder than what you expect. You will need to try different approaches; be delicate with me. After all, you don't know me. It will be out of your comfort zone to try to understand me, so I will refrain from making it harder; your comfort, after all, is in my best interest. I will help you know me better in all ways I can, but you will have to ask the questions. You need to know what you want to know.

So, I've figured you out. Maybe someday, you'll learn to figure me. But in the meantime, I'm still lingering, clinging, waiting on your joy.
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LOL, Sarah.