She is waiting for a sign
She is still in there
Waiting for a fucking sign from him

I honour her stamina

She want’s him to say:
„I miss you! I wish you were here.
Right next to me!“

I honour her desire for closeness

She is even imagining a life with him
There on the farm
She’s even imagining having kids with him
He said he want’s kids

I honour her desire for commitment and belonging.

She’s afraid to speak her truth
and make herself vulnerable
She doesn’t want to loose his respect

I honour her ability to protect herself

She thinks that she’s better off
if she hides parts of herself
And only shows the parts that he might want to see

I honour her ability to adapt

She get’s confused
She looses herself in an attempt to become someone else
Someone he might like, want and admire

I honour her hard work and her discipline

She believes that she, herself, is not enough
She thinks she’s better off if she let’s him define her and then spend the rest of her days trying to become that person

I honour her pain

She wants all these things she’s projecting on him so much
And I don’t try to talk her out of it
I don’t try to tell her that it’s not even about him at all

Instead: I listen

I honour her truth

And I watch her
I follow her as she walks this windy path
that will, eventually, lead me to her heart

I trust her