A woman's mind is so cavernous. There are things that swim around up there that don't ever see the light of day. What constitutes that which will not come out once it's been deposited?
I can't help but think that our past experiences with others and the reactions from sharing previous secrets limit our willingness to share them. Whether it is something that you think is funny that no one else does or something that you thought you could share with your closest friend, the way those things are received by others can ultimately determine how and with whom you'll share again.
Eventually, through the passage of time, we strongly limit and in some cases we completely lock up these things. After time, putting things into this quiet place becomes second nature. So much so, that we don't even realize we're doing it.
That is until, somewhere along the line, we find someone. Someone with whom our thoughts align. Our fears relate. Our experiences collide. Someone unexpected. And yet, it is for real. I'm so glad that this person exists. And more than that, I'm glad I found her. A kindred spirit. Someone who gets me without a lot of explanation. It's pretty refreshing. It can be hard to believe that she's for real, but I really think that it is. More than that, I'm really glad she's here right now.