And it’s not just strangers who get me like this. It’s my sister, too. We talk nearly every day, but sometimes I’ll catch myself realizing—truly realizing—that she has an entire interior world I’ll never fully enter. She has her own thoughts looping in the shower. Her own people who made her laugh that week. Her own worries she might not voice... See more

And somehow, that doesn’t make our connection less meaningful. It makes it more. Knowing I’ll never fully know anyone is what makes it feel like such a gift when someone lets me in, even a little. When they tell me the thing they didn’t post about. When they trust me with the part that doesn’t make a good story. When they let me see the mess behind... See more