Them / us 

They look at me as though they think I am crazy!!
I try to find the words to express to them how much this means to me. I start with a clear vision of what I want to say...

      They interrupt

    "How can you believe Anything that anyone tells 
       you there?"
      "You don't KNOW them!!" 
      "They don't KNOW you!!"
      "Anyone one of them could be a serial killer!! A Rapist!! 
       A con-artist!!..Just waiting for YOU!!"
      "You want to MEET them?!?!?"

They throw their hands in the air, not wanting to hear MY side.

MY SIDE 

Little do they know...They don't know the leap of joy that springs forth when I see you...The rush of emotions, that I keep under tight control around them, slip free of any restraint but that of Tact, Kindness, Public deportment..deportment?? 
Where did that come from? Someone must be rubbing off on me..
Where was I? Oh Yes..The way I watch, Fascinated, as one of you makes a point in conversation..and that point becomes a part of me..a seed, planted to grow, flourish and bloom.

The CARING, the smallest triumphs celebrated. The sorrow shared, the burden lightened. The LOVE sent out like ripples..surrounding, enveloping, warming, melting. The SUPPORT..the lifeline thrown and clasped gratefully ..Do you see what I mean?

Where do I start?
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