I've been believing this lie,
the one that says I must be flawless in order to be near you.
The deception that caused me to question my self-worth and my love for you.
I wanted to get these pieces of myself in the right places,
so I wouldn't have to go through healing phases when I'm with you.
Yet you were the healing I needed all along.
The quiet and safe spaces you provided me with,
where I could simply be,
Where I lay out my pieces and you didn't judge them based on how they appeared,
but instead saw them for what they could be,
gave me hope that maybe,
just maybe,
we could be.
Just You and I.
I know I was selfish because I didn't see,
or perhaps I chose not to see,
that you had your own pieces.
You had wounds that needed to be healed.
I know I should have done something,
when you tried to show me and tell me what you were going through.
But even if all I can do is hold your hand for the rest of our lives, I'll still choose you.
And if you're broken and confused,
you don't have to wait till you're all patched up for me to choose you.
It's a little late, I realize that.
But if you allow me,
I might be able to provide you with the room and solitude you need to simply be.
where we can sit and look,
and pick through our pieces,
and maybe,
just maybe,
we can be,
Just You and I.
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