I Wish That You Could See Me

I often feel invisible, even though I’m standing right beside you. I show my love with gestures great and small, yet only the flaws are what makes your day. I don’t know how to make you stop, look and listen to all that I’m trying to do and say in the name of love.

Just once, I wish that you could see me.

I wish you could see the way I care for you every day and every night. I try my best to always answer and listen to your needs. I take on extra when you’re tired; I pick you up each time you fall. I let you know when I’m thinking of you, and I share the way I feel.

I know that sometimes I need you, too. Sometimes I stumble or find myself weak. I know that you feel like you always give while I take, but I don’t see it the same way. I don’t mean to be needy, but people need other people, too.

I wish you could see the way I accept you despite your flaws. I offer you my patience and my forgiving heart. I don’t shy away on your darker days; I keep loving even when you try to push away. I tell you all the good I see, especially when you can’t find your way.

I know that sometimes I point out your shortcomings, though. Often I don’t let you live it down. I know that you feel like the world is always against you, but I don’t see it that same way. I don’t mean to sound nagging, but I want you to see who you are, too.

I wish you could see that my intentions are good. I do all things out of love and with your best wishes in mind. I’m never trying to one-up you or go behind your back; I’m never making you look bad. I want to give my all for you because you matter so very much.

I know sometimes you judge my actions, however. You can’t see the method to my madness. I know you feel like all you do is give me second chances, but I don’t see it the same way. I don’t mean to sound infallible, because I’m far from perfect, either.

But, despite all our ups and downs, my dear… I just wish that you could see me.

I see you standing in front of me, and embrace you just the way you are. Perhaps I’ve never held your respect or high regard, and perhaps I never will. But I don’t let go so easily, no matter what the pain costs. Someday I hope you’ll see me, because I’m never letting go. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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