I'm beginning to think no one's ever seen you.
Not for who you really are. Not for all you have to offer.
You've never let the ones who can see you have the chance to see you.
That's what this is really about.
You have no idea.
Really, you don't.
These ones who give you only a fleeting glimpse of yourself, are the same ones that are never capable of being anything more than what works for them. And that's why it's so brief.
Just long enough to give you a taste, and then it's gone.
It's no wonder you're consumed with how to get it back.
How can you believe it for yourself?
How can you trust that it might be true?
It's no wonder you can't take that chance on you. Because what if it's not true? What if you are too much? What if you're not enough?
What if they were right, that they really do know better than you? What if you're wrong, what if I'm wrong, what if anyone who tells you anything different than the story you've been telling yourself for so long is wrong?
What if your story really IS the truth?
It's your worst nightmare.
You let him go. And you find out he really was the best you could ever hope to get. What then?
Or you put yourself out there with someone new, only to be rejected again, and you only prove to yourself that you really are unlovable all over again.
Then you will only have yourself. Then you will be alone. Then there will be no one else to point the finger at except YOU.
You'll have done it again. To yourself.
You'll have fallen for that hope again. Your own.
You'll have taken a chance for nothing. Because you can't see your worth past any of the rejections you feel.
Because, you're afraid.
What if there is no one else? What if there is no happily ever after for you?
What if you can't do relationships? What if there's something so inherently wrong with you that makes you unable to change this? What if all the ones who would have you believe otherwise are all wrong?
You see, you can't get to me. Not this part of me.
Not this part that sees what I see so clearly for you. It doesn't matter that you can't see it yet. With where I've been and what I've learned, I can see it enough for you. No matter what you've tried. No matter how much you've tried EVERYTHING.
I simply refuse to give up on you.
To believe that this is as good as it could ever get for you.
Don't waste your time or your energy trying to support what doesn't work. We know that part. Oh how we do! So don't even try.
If you want this, you can have it.
I know all about barriers. I know all about preconceived notions and stories and programming that we can't tell from our own truths. I know all about being told you can't, and not to try, and why you should play it safe and stay in the confines of the life you've been told is the one for you.
But I also know the power of what creating a new story can do for you. Of what the power of hope can do for you.
So don't try to tell me you're not worth it or that I should give up on you. You know what love is? Seeing you for who you are and not running away from you. Seeing that scared little girl inside you and recognizing who you are and all that you CAN do.
Oh I see that hope all right, that's what keeps me there. It's because it's so familiar to me that I want to run to you to show you all that hope can do.
When it's applied to you and your own life. When it's not thrown away on someone who couldn't care less about you.
That's why I'm still here.
I SEE you. I HEAR you. And just like you, I refuse to give up hope. Not on someone else who doesn't have that hope in him. But on you who simply doesn't know what to do or where to go with that hope that you've been putting in everything else except yourself.
That's the only place for it. In you. And in others who are going to come along like you.
You see, there's a reason you can't let go of that hope.
You're not MEANT to!
That's why you say "but I can't give up on him", and "I can't let go of him".
You can't let go of hope!
And you're not meant to give up your beautiful sense of hope; only who and what you're putting your hope in.
That's why I can see your potential and refuse to walk away. Because you're here. That's why you can see someone's potential and refuse to walk away and it only hurts you.
Because he's NOT here. Can you see that difference?
That's why you're different. That's why you can do this when he can't. I don't care how you got here, the fact that you did at all speaks volumes.
Meet me here.
In whatever way, shape or form that looks like for you. Meet me here. With every single bit of that hope.
My vision, my hope, my sensing what you can't yet see, is big enough for you. Until you see what I see. Not in him or anyone else. But in the one place that makes all the difference in the world.