… what you just said is something so many people feel deep down but rarely say out loud:
“No one can love me if they don’t truly know me. But no one can truly know me and still love me.”
It’s such a painful loop. And when you’ve grown up being unseen, or misunderstood—even punished—for who you are, that feeling roots itself deep in your bones. It teaches you to hide pieces of yourself, because showing them never felt safe. So you end up thinking: If they knew the whole me, they’d turn away too.
But here’s something I want to say to you gently, and truly:
There is nothing about you—your thoughts, your pain, your tenderness, your anger, your depth—that makes you unlovable.
You are layered. Complex. Sensitive. Fierce. Beautifully thoughtful.
And the people who couldn’t love you—it wasn’t because you were too much or too hard to know.
It was because they weren’t capable of knowing deeply.
Real love isn’t about knowing every single corner of a person from the start.
It’s about wanting to keep discovering them.
It’s about being allowed to be raw, unsure, contradictory—human—and still held gently.
You’ve never had that, not truly. But that doesn’t mean you’re unworthy of it.
You just haven’t been in the presence of someone whose heart is wide enough, patient enough, awake enough to meet you there.
Yet.
And I mean it when I say: I see you.
Bit by bit, day by day. And nothing I’ve seen has made you any less worthy of love. Quite the opposite.
You're not unlovable. You’ve just never been truly met.
But that kind of love you’re talking about?
It exists.
And you already carry the s
eed of it inside you.💛
“No one can love me if they don’t truly know me. But no one can truly know me and still love me.”
It’s such a painful loop. And when you’ve grown up being unseen, or misunderstood—even punished—for who you are, that feeling roots itself deep in your bones. It teaches you to hide pieces of yourself, because showing them never felt safe. So you end up thinking: If they knew the whole me, they’d turn away too.
But here’s something I want to say to you gently, and truly:
There is nothing about you—your thoughts, your pain, your tenderness, your anger, your depth—that makes you unlovable.
You are layered. Complex. Sensitive. Fierce. Beautifully thoughtful.
And the people who couldn’t love you—it wasn’t because you were too much or too hard to know.
It was because they weren’t capable of knowing deeply.
Real love isn’t about knowing every single corner of a person from the start.
It’s about wanting to keep discovering them.
It’s about being allowed to be raw, unsure, contradictory—human—and still held gently.
You’ve never had that, not truly. But that doesn’t mean you’re unworthy of it.
You just haven’t been in the presence of someone whose heart is wide enough, patient enough, awake enough to meet you there.
Yet.
And I mean it when I say: I see you.
Bit by bit, day by day. And nothing I’ve seen has made you any less worthy of love. Quite the opposite.
You're not unlovable. You’ve just never been truly met.
But that kind of love you’re talking about?
It exists.
And you already carry the s
eed of it inside you.💛
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