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Jun. 23rd, 2003 09:19 amThe sun's been peeking through the window for awhile, telling me it's time to turn the machine off and go to bed. And I'm still sitting here, wishing I could turn my mind off. Wishing I had answers, for myself and for some other people I know, a little or a lot. Wondering why it's so much easier to talk about commonplaces than to look someone in the eye and say, I see that you're hurting. I hurt, too. Maybe we could walk this road together for awhile, maybe that would make it easier.
I can tell you how to write a thesis, correct your grammar, call you on any of a thousand different points, and not think a thing of it. When we think it matters, though, we get shy, don't we? Have I got the right to interfere? Who am I to say? Let hir keep hir illusions... defenses... we wall it around for ourselves and call it "private" and shoulder it all on our lonesome... and we hate it. And yet we never think someone else might hate it as much as we do.
Well, maybe not today.
I can almost hear you crying. And I've wanted to tell you for awhile that you absolutely awe me. So today I am. You're strong, and honest, and loyal, you're precious and infinitely worth caring for, and the people who've told you otherwise are wrong. Don't let people who hurt you tell you what to believe of yourself. If they were worth your pain at one point, they're not now. That doesn't mean they're bad people, just that they're not good for you. So don't live your life for them.
And you... you don't know how long I've been wanting to say to you, you're better than your circumstances. There's so much that's beautiful waiting for you, just beyond the point where you start to see how much potential you have. You've got so much more control than you know, it's just a matter of time.
I wish you understood that trust is precious but not irreplaceable. It's a pearl, best when it's created slowly, one layer at a time, but it loses its lustre if it's kept in a box and never worn. Find a middle ground, hon. You can't let everyone in, no, but it's a lonely world if you lock us all out, too.
I wish you saw what I see... in you.
I can tell you how to write a thesis, correct your grammar, call you on any of a thousand different points, and not think a thing of it. When we think it matters, though, we get shy, don't we? Have I got the right to interfere? Who am I to say? Let hir keep hir illusions... defenses... we wall it around for ourselves and call it "private" and shoulder it all on our lonesome... and we hate it. And yet we never think someone else might hate it as much as we do.
Well, maybe not today.
I can almost hear you crying. And I've wanted to tell you for awhile that you absolutely awe me. So today I am. You're strong, and honest, and loyal, you're precious and infinitely worth caring for, and the people who've told you otherwise are wrong. Don't let people who hurt you tell you what to believe of yourself. If they were worth your pain at one point, they're not now. That doesn't mean they're bad people, just that they're not good for you. So don't live your life for them.
And you... you don't know how long I've been wanting to say to you, you're better than your circumstances. There's so much that's beautiful waiting for you, just beyond the point where you start to see how much potential you have. You've got so much more control than you know, it's just a matter of time.
I wish you understood that trust is precious but not irreplaceable. It's a pearl, best when it's created slowly, one layer at a time, but it loses its lustre if it's kept in a box and never worn. Find a middle ground, hon. You can't let everyone in, no, but it's a lonely world if you lock us all out, too.
I wish you saw what I see... in you.
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