People, I realize, are layers and layers of secrets that are silently collected through the years. Most of the time I dont understand them the same way they understand themselves, because they see the world through filters of their untold stories. And I see the world through filters of my owns. All I can do is giving my best not to understand, but to accept them. 

"I dont know you as well as you know yourself. I dont understand your perspectives and reasons as much as you understand them. I dont see what you see or feel what you feel. But because you opened up to me, you were honest to me, so I ll try to accept you for whoever you are. Not like we ll be bbf or anything, but I can try to accept you for all that you are." 

I, too, want to hear to those words in return, as much as I practice to say them.

It doesnt feel right to judge someone who opens up to us... or who are honest about themselves to us... 

So far I have only truly felt those words from one person: myself.

It took me a long long time to accept myself... and I am still working on it every day.

Out of everything, acceptance of regrets is a heartbreaking process.