I am not the lady to carry your hand, to elevate you onto my again, to bear the burden of your ache on my shoulders alone. I am not the lady who can merely remedy your issues with the nod of my head, with the kiss of my lips, with the silence of my fingers intertwined with yours.
Don’t get me mistaken, I need to. I need to pull your head to my chest and maintain you while you really feel weak. I need to wipe each tear, or press my lips to the softness of your cheeks as you maintain these tears again. I need to kiss away each ounce of ache and fill your soul with confidence and love, a lot so, that you simply nearly overlook what has occurred or the place you’ve been.
I need to be the one to restore each broken wall of your coronary heart, heal each bruise. I need to love you in methods you’ve by no means been liked, to indicate you that it doesn’t have to harm a lot. Not anymore.
I need to offer you power in your darkness, hope the place there isn’t a gentle. I need to take every little thing that’s been ingrained negatively in your thoughts and rewrite your script so that you simply see how unbelievable you’re, how lovely you’re to me.
However I can not repair you.
As a lot as I need to, I can’t be the lady who saves you. I can’t be the lady who heals you. I can’t be the lady who bears your ache alongside her personal. As a result of I shouldn’t have the flexibility to make your brokenness fade away. As a result of I shouldn’t have the ability to be something greater than an individual who loves you.
As a result of you may, and should, be taught to save lots of your self.
I am not the answer you’re looking for. I am not this good being, worthy of being placed on a pedestal. I am fragile and flawed simply as a lot as you’re. And to say, to consider, that I someway have the ability to be what you want proper now can be so useless.
I am not the one who can repair you. I am not the one who can mend the fractures from the previous, or proper the wrongs you’ve encountered, or make you discover ways to launch and let somebody in.
As a lot as I may give to you, I can not lose myself serving to you discover you. You should embark on that soul-search alone.
Don’t get me mistaken, I love you. I will stand beside you. I will assist you. I won’t ever be greater than a telephone name away.
I received’t run, merely since you’re going by means of a tough season. I received’t ever flip my again to the connection we now have, irrespective of how lovely or messy it turns into.
However I can’t be the one to take your coronary heart and make it entire once more.
I can love you with each ounce of my being. I can stroll alongside you, supporting you as you each rise and fall. I can put you first typically, supplying you with items of my coronary heart so that you simply really feel cared for and assured. I can encourage you and offer you power.
However I can not heal you, I can solely love you.
And typically that’s merely not sufficient.
So please don’t lean on me to rebuild you. Please don’t see me as a solution, reasonably than an imperfect particular person in your life. Please don’t put me in a spot of being a savior whom I am not able to being.
Please perceive that being yours doesn’t equate to being the one who saves you.
And please keep in mind, most of all, that you do not want ‘fixing,’ however rebuilding. And you’re, and all the time shall be, robust sufficient to rebuild your self.