The gift

All we really want is to be seen.
Deeply seen.
As we are.

Or, maybe, we’re terrified of that idea.
Being seen.
For exactly who we are.

Because no one has yet explored the depths of us.

I think that’s the beauty in it.
It’s raw.
It’s vulnerable.
It’s, perhaps, a bit uncomfortable.

But if we can let someone see us, the real us,
the raw, vulnerable, truest version of us
and they stay…

They understand.
They see us.
In fact, them knowing us in this way, makes them love us more.

What will that do for our own love?

If we can feel someone else embracing all the pieces of ourselves that we’ve been too afraid to show.
For fear of abandonment.
Judgement.
Misunderstanding.
If someone else is able to love us because of who we are
can you see how it would provide us with the same opportunity?

Allowing ourselves to love ourselves more.
To see ourselves exactly as we are, with all the broken, damaged pieces
and realize -
Wow
all I’ve really needed this whole time is to be seen.

That gift -
the gift of someone seeing you without even having to try.
Without having to force it.
Without you having to explain exactly how you want to be seen.
Without having to interpret how your heart has always ached for another to see you.

The gift of someone being internally programmed to inherently know how you need to be seen.
The gift of someone simply seeing you - as you are.

It’s everything.

- Kels