They told me that if I had a problem I needed to express it.
Tell them.
Someone.
Easier said than done.
Problems are hard to admit.
Most could tell a story about you that you would rather keep hidden.
It was only more difficult when I realised my problem wasn't really a problem.
It was something I had to figure out on my own.
And in a split second, too.
I was finally in that life-altering moment.
It was terrifying.
I couldn't think of anything to say or do.
All I was able to do was continue staring into those crystal blue eyes which were staring back at me with a nervous anticipation.
He was anticipating my reaction.
But I didn't know how to react.
The thing he had to show me was in front of us.
It was a room.
Rooms can be many things, and this definitely wasn't just a room.
It was also a display of Jack's inner most desires.
His thoughts.
Things I would never think of him.
It shocked me.
I wondered if my reaction was the same as others would react to me.
Because one thing I hadn't expected was that we would have the same problem.
But what really stood out to me was that Jack didn't see it as a problem.
I knew that much as I studied him.
I realized what I wanted to do.
I wanted to smile.
The one thing I used to have so much trouble doing.
The one thing I found easy to do around Jack.
So I did.
I smiled, and in that moment, I was telling someone about my problems. And they understood.
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PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
