The other day, I was given a very privileged insight into a friend. It was short, and understated by them. But a lot of our friendship is. We say little, often passed-over, things to each other, because we don't need to respond.
That little action spoke more volumes than I could possibly put down in a simple blog post. It's more than a matter of simple trust, it's the understanding of our friendship that one simple comment was all that was required; the peek into how they've come to be the person they are; who they once were; an idea of some little bits of a person that few might know about.
It was, quietly, an emotionally intense moment for me, and I find myself still reeling slightly this morning. Trust is easy to repay, privilege is a much more tricky beast.