And sometimes it does.

We crave intimacy. That kind that is raw. Deep. Soft but strong.

That closeness where you forget where you end and the other begins.

Only to feel how you can be seen through someone else’s eyes. And touch.

We crave that intimacy but we fear it maybe most than anything else.

It’s scary to be seen that close. That deep.

It’s scary to put down your walls to let someone else in.

It’s scary to be there. Naked. Afraid. Trembling. Waiting.

What if my most feared thoughts become reality?

What if they really see me. The bad and ugly.

What if I open myself only to be rejected. Am I gonna survive?

What if in that vulnerable moment I get to know that I am not enough to be loved.

What if I find that my love is not enough or asks too much?

What if it will end? Or what if it will last too much and I am gonna lose myself in this?

So many of us have all these crazy stories in our mind.

And even though we crave connection and intimacy, we keep love at a safe distance.

We avoid intimacy.

We push the other one away. Consciously or unconsciously sometimes.

Because in our story, love is not a safe place to be. Many times it hurt and took more than it gave to us.

In our story, intimacy was pain disguised in good intentions, and betrayed trust.

So we often find ourselves pulling and pushing away love.

Wanting but rejecting that closeness that makes us so vulnerable and uncomfortable.

So often we run. We close. We guard ourselves.

We don’t let others in.

We keep ourselves outside.

And blame.

Life. Fate. Trauma.

The ex. The other.

And in this process, we forget to look there, inside, where that fear grew monsters and built thick walls around our hearts. So no one could hurt us anymore.

And it did a good job at protecting us. But also at keeping us away from love. Alone.

And lonely.

Just craving. Desiring. Wanting.

Never receiving.

Because maybe no one told us:

Real love is fierce and soft.

Is kind and safe.

That’s how love should be: safe, free and unconditional.

And this love will be there embracing you when you are naked, scared, vulnerable.

And will just hold you.

With care, and gentle hands.

That love whispers:

I got you!

I hold you!

I won’t let you fall!

I am here!

I am not going anywhere!

You’re free to leave and come back if you want. I am here waiting.

May your heart unlearn the fear that kept it locked.

May your trembling be held, not judged.

May your walls soften at the touch of truth.

May the love that finds you be the kind that stays.

That sees you. Holds you. Never rushes you.

And may you learn, slowly, gently,

that being deeply loved doesn’t mean losing yourself,

it means finally being free to be all of you.

You are worthy of that kind of love.

The one that doesn’t run when you open.

The one that says,

“You don’t have to hide anymore. I see you. And I’m still here.”

🤍

Aniela

www. MindfulTherapist.us