There’s 10% of me you’ll never know. You can try all you want, but you’ll never be able to figure it out. In fact, there’s at least 5% of me that I’ll never know and look at that. , unintentionally seem pretentious, I’ve been with me longer than you.
Just because you don’t know this part doesn’t mean it’s bad or perverse, or that it lacks feelings or empathy, it just never seems logical or rational, you’ll never be able to predict it.
- Forgive me if I sometimes laugh when you try to figure me out.
- But do I feel like you are that little kid reaching for a package that’s packed on the top shelf? Or trying in all possible ways to fit a piece try them all.
- When the only one that fits has fallen under the table.
Wait, you will grow up and even if you are not big enough to reach it, you will be strong enough to be able to handle the ladder that will allow you to reach it, or maybe you no longer want to reach out. because you have chosen to live with the reality that you can perceive or that you no longer care about.
I understand, you’re afraid a part of me will make you suffer. With the advantage I have in meeting, I’d say no, and I can say I’d like you to take a chance.
I can’t coerce you, or ask you, just express my wish, but I don’t even know if it’s just because I firmly believe I get the best out of you if you do.
My unpredictable role can hurt you, but it’s also one of the important reasons you’re with me.
I love you, today and now with this unpredictable part, because it beats at the same time as my heart, it is in tune with the feelings that are part of that 90% that you know.
Is my commitment to helping you live with her something I’m not qualified for?But the truth is that no one is born knowing and, as I said before, you seem primitive when you worry about wrapped containers.
You have a lot to say about my life, but let me have the last word even if you don’t agree, let me choose who I identify with and how I do it. Let yourself love me as I am or how I will be, and not as the shadow of who I am or will be.
Don’t try to adapt in any way, because there’s no way for me. You’ll have to build it, and yet there will always be sides that will never fit.
Don’t wonder if I’m normal or not, I’m telling you that I’m not, that I don’t fit into your typical person model, nor do I fit into anyone’s model.
Don’t claim as your right the need to decipher this 10%, because all that will happen is that they will silence me and hide me, and you will stop looking for me every day.
You’ll stop loving me and I’ll be deeply sad
This 5% is a tiny, tiny part, although you don’t know how to scale it because you can only see the edge.
Keep playing for the rest of the house. There’s no point in missing a moment when we both don’t know.
So, one way or another, I ask you to be complicit in me, of my own ignorance, so that together and without haste we may ask questions, and as a thread of hope, think that the last thing that fell off that shelf. that you can’t reach is that letter that a passionate person is writing to you?