... is our aching desire to be understood. Can you see the world through the lenses of these eyes? Do you know how it feels, to love with this heart? Can you understand me in my entirety without judgement or condemnation? For many people, those questions are never really answered ... and it is why many people feel so desperately lonely in their most private moments.
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
-Stephen King, The Body (Different Seasons)