Knowing me means..

....you don’t tell me to lower down. You push me to my limit, and then you catch me when I fall. Well. Not necessarily catching. You just need to be there, not saying a thing, and not looking away when I’m dealing with my pain from falling down. And when I say something like “I need bandage”, you’ve had it all well prepared in your pocket. And when I ask, “Can I have a one-minute hug?” you just give it without asking further.

....you can help me organise and sort things out for you know that I don’t always have the sufficient attention span to do so. This is less likely to happen if you’re quite unorganised yourself. And by “don’t always have”, you’re immediately aware that I’m talking about some relatively rare occurences when things are just a bit too much for me to carry, hence, my need for help to kind of carry them through.

....you offer to do something nice (e.g. giving me a hug, getting me chocolate donut for free, and offer some time to talk about it) when I say, “I haven’t been singing in weeks.” You do this with full awareness of not wanting to be the one who smoothens my way toward potential full blown depressive episode.

....you don’t tell me to take other people’s advice, or even your advice; you don’t ask me to take side. You tell me to analyse the pros and cons and help me to work from there to decide. This is less likely to happen if you’re so insecure that each of your advice taken by other people is a huge deal to boost your self esteem. This also much much less likely to happen if you hold your religious belief in a way that’s a bit too close to being delusional.

....you don’t get me to sit down and talk when I say,”I don’t feel like getting married.” Instead, you do that thing when I say, “Music sucks. I don’t feel like doing it anymore.” Of course, the talk would be much less likely to sustain itself if the furthest you can go with music lies about Trio Macan’s Iwak Peyek.

....you immediately say, “sure, what can I help?” when I say, “I need your help” using my alto range. You don’t ask for further details about my business unless it’s something technical related to your flow of conveying help. You know that I wouldn’t use the help for anything illegal because while you know I can be mean and/or stupid, you know that I don’t intentionally cause harm either to myself or other people.

....you can hold yourself from showing that you worry about me. While some people enjoy this as a form of attention, this is just the distraction that I don’t need. You’re aware that at that point when you worry, I have been worrying since long before you do; and that you being worry is just the very distraction that I don’t need.

....you don’t expect me to believe you just because you’re an expert on your thing. You give me your arguments and talk me to (getting closer to) believing it, and you don’t call me paranoid or impolite for not believing. Instead, you’re grateful because I accept you as a complete human being, not only for your goodness and expertise, but also for your (potential) flaws.

What else? :p