I don't think there would have been many times in my life where I've believed that people really understand me. Oh oh oh how cliche is that. Every now and then, after you've yet again said something a little odd, you spot a pair of eyes that totally understand what you've just said. Despite those moments being few and far between, the intensity when is happens is incredible. So intense that you know it would be unsustainable to have that every day of your life. It would self combust and crumble into a dissipated mass of trouble that no one would want to pick up. You'd be left wondering how on earth anything could ever match it again. You know you'd never find it again or if you did the wait would be too long and too painful to make it through.