he is her solid ground

She wasn’t asking to be the sole person he confided in.
She was just asking to not always be his last resort. 
Her arms were always open for him, but he only entered them when no one else was offering.
Her mind was always open to anything he had to say, but he only spoke when no one else was listening, almost reluctantly, like a guilty sinner asking God for a blessing.
See, to her, their conversations were poetry regardless of the severe lack of metaphors they contained.
When the world felt like nothing more than a giant earthquake, she wanted to be his solid ground.
Even so, he only chose her as a consequence of other people’s unavailability.
To her, he was the whole universe and to him she was just another star.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Never being the one he chooses first