True stories about miracles, nightmares and chocolate

I've read in a blog a very touching story about a mother-daughter talk and I couldn’t know exactly how I felt – it was like it was happening to me. Indeed, it happened, with the small difference I couldn't be so honest about how I feel with anyone when I was a little girl. Now I am honest with anyone and the only thing I can't talk about is how I really feel deep in my soul, if I have such a thing. I am so honest about things in life, but not about the depth of my problems, expectations, dreams, nightmares, wishes, etc. I know them and I keep them safe from anyone else. There is only one person, who could tell by looking in my eyes everything about me and I was so released when I told him I can't afford having him in my life, but also very sad. Because I knew a secret of his, and because I could also read in his eyes. And the accusations he puts on me about being able to love only the one who brings sweets to me are true- I agree with him and I trust him he read it in my eyes. Though, generally, I can't trust him, I can read every single wish in his soul. But then it comes a problem- I can't agree with his way- not only his way of doing things, but also he takes things- as granted, as grabbing them whatever happens, and by the ways he fight with his life, not living it. Here comes the answer to my question- back then when I was a little girl. A very wise person told me to swim in the water, not to fight with the water swimming. And this is the way I like it- holding my breath altogether with the secrets in my lungs, swimming in the water-life, not fighting with it. And if someone want to take care of me- just bring me the towel or some chocolate...