I pity him.
My romantic relationships have always been a roller-coaster of “you don’t talk to me. I don’t know what you are thinking. I don’t know what you like. I don’t know what you want. Just tell me everything. Every little thing about you, I want to know it.” So, for someone like me who hates to spell out everything, I think I will blend well with someone that can read my mind.
Honestly, with a romantic partner, it’s either I’m all in, or all out, there’s no in-between for me. So, having a partner that can read my mind means he will know exactly what I mean when I say, “I’m fine, when in my head, I’m describing him with all sorts of big-headed fishes in the ocean, and how lucky he is to have a patient woman like me bearing his bullshits.”
He will further learn more about what my standards are and how he should either be who I want or who I don’t want. As for the white lies? I think it’s a good thing I told him lies to protect or prevent something, so, honestly, I do not have issues with that at all. However, one thing is certain.
It’s either he runs away from me, or he runs mad on my behalf because it’s so chaotic in my mind most of the time. For him to have peace in his life, it’s either he prays to God to rescind the talent he has been gifted with or just learn to let go of some of those things he might have read from me, else, the result will be as described in the first line of this paragraph; run away or run mad.
Sometimes, when I get into my own head, I know the kind of headache that accompanies it when I stay longer than I should, and I travelled further than I should, so, imagine a partner getting into my mind to see all those chaos? Eh eh, now add that chaos to his own life palava? It’s either death, madness or distance.
On the good side however, he will know when I feel good about myself or how much I love and appreciate him, when I just want some romantic dates, flowers, and meals. He will even know that sometimes, I just want to be left alone, or I want to be in his cuddles all day long with some peace and quiet. He will know which book I want to read next, what content I’m planning to write next or where the next money is coming from for me. I will like that.
People with such talents wouldn’t inform their partners of having such talent, because of the fear of people avoiding them, however, as for me, the only way I will find out is when he keeps falling sick because of the roughness of thoughts. He will have my headaches trying to solve all my problems, and then eventually opt out when he realizes that my life is not as straight as I appeared to be on the outside.
So, what do I do when I find out? Honestly, nothing. And that’s because the reaction will come from him. He will run very far away from me and that won’t be because I’m a bad person, but because of the frequent battles on my mind that he can no longer withstand.
Images are mine.