Flipped

we only ever see the parts of people they choose to reveal. the depth to which we know someone is measured by the depths they trust us enough to show. they take turns unfolding their truths, two souls in quiet opposition, moving in an endless orbit of conflicting thoughts. for the first time, someone tried to understand the quiet vastness within her, the very depths Bryce had long refused to see. a person cannot reveal the parts of themselves they keep hidden unless you prove you have the courage to hold them. no one lays down their burdens in front of someone who has not first shown they can carry the weight of another’s truth.