Maybe being whole is just an illusion we created to escape the chains of the demons we have to face when we open up to someone or let them in.
Only a whole person will take you there. It doesn’t have to be someone who has never had to deal with difficulties in life. But someone who has gotten through them, someone who sees the positivity in life, someone who knows what its worth fighting for.
Every jagged edge is a story to tell. A road map of everything you’ve gone through. And every frozen moment is a marker of where you’ve been.
That’s how fragile trust is. One minute you know a person, and the next minute they transform before your eyes, becoming someone foreign and strange and terrifying. Becoming someone you didn’t know they had the power to be. And there’s no going back.
Maybe I can’t save you from your brokenness, but I will do everything I can to make you forget it. Maybe I can’t heal you, but I can show you real love.
When we practice loving someone who isn’t scared of love, they don’t let us run. They don’t let us completely shut down. They don’t let us function out of fear. They stay.
We let ourselves be defined by the ways we’ve been treated wrongly and we put up walls in hopes to never be burned again. All understandable, at first. But eventually you have to chip away at that tough exterior.
Eventually you have to learn to let people back in.