Trying to find answers from a place, or from a person, who holds no key to your question paper, who was never meant to know it in the first place, is another unfair responsibility we place on someone who has no relevance to our anxiety. Just because we feel unsure and crave reassurance, we assume this person, who has never truly known us, who doesn’t understand the depths of us, will somehow have solutions to our chaos.

Nobody is anyone’s missing puzzle piece. No one is their healer or their ointment. What matters is finding each other authentically, on the same healed ground, shaped by whatever the past has done to both of them. Coming together on merrier terms not as substitutes or compensations for old wounds they were never present for, never aware of.

Your mental turmoil is your own; it wasn’t caused by the other person, and they are not obligated to put an end to it. Reading between the lines, assuming things that were never said, these only feed the flames of the mind.