Searching for an angel

I've made a new friend. And by writing what I'm about to write, it's guaranteed I will never show her my blog.

She's... troubled. To put it lightly. I feel sad for her. This is potentially dangerous for me, I usually end up trying to save people like this. What's worse is that she seems to be reaching out to me. She opened up her soul to me when we met this week, and I listened, and hugged her.

I said she's reaching out to me. This isn't the first time that's happened. She's just the latest in a long line of people who chose me and me alone to open up to, to admit their addiction, their vices, their fetishes that would turn away anyone else, their mental state, their issues... whatever is negatively impacing these people on a deep level, they decide to share with me.

Why do people pick me, though? Am I really that understanding? I've known this person for a little over a week, yet she pours out her heart and soul to me on a whim. Once again, this is a regular thing for me, not only do people tell me their deepest darkest secrets, it's usually one of the first things they tell me.

It's a mystery to me. Maybe it's about some kind of unspoken I'll show you mine if you show me yours deal where we trade devastating secrets back and forth.Well I've made it clear no one is getting down that far into my head (again).

No doubt about it though, it's an effective way to really get to know someone. She'll be disappointed if she thinks anything will come of this though. I can't help her beyond being a shoulder to cry on occasionally.