What if I told you that I loved you, deeply, unconditionally & truly
And I cheered you on from the sidelines, felt glee for your budding romances
Provided you with a clear and steady beam of care
No agenda, no expectation, no ownership
In a world where love equals control, or sacrifice, or loyalty at all costs
Would it feel alien or threatening
Like standing in sunlight after living in a caveβbeautiful, yes, but also blinding?
Would you try to exploit it
Not because you did not feel it, but because you did not know how to receive it
Without converting it into something you could understand
Something you could manage?
Would the need to control my feelings be too much to bear
That honest ache that cries out,
“If I am not everything to someone, I will be nothing to everyone.”
Will you sabotage it?
Or test it
Or punish it
Because this must be “too good to be true” when I do not disappear?
Can you sit in the softness
Or will you grab
And lash
Push away and return
And demand forgiveness
Would you be able to see through the fear?
