It was probably paper too
“How about me?” I always ask and always fail to answer. Is it a blessing or a curse to put the important people first? Is it wrong to think about how they will feel or what they would want or what they cannot do and just fill out the gap?Last night, I was told, “I hope you accept me for who I am”. When I heard that, my knees trembled, my heart throbbed, my being just crashed. “How about me?”, I thought once again. What people do not understand is that when we accept people in our lives, we do not stay where we are. We meet halfway with them.
Being the Doly that I am, doing the extra mile always, I have been swallowing the ego just so I can reach out for the reason that I have held on the several moments and statements of assurance: those text messages, those conversations in long drives, those emails. For the numerous times that I did, it felt foreign. The more I reached out, the more it felt like there is an air pressure that pushes him anyway. A gazillion of times I would assure myself “That is just how he is”.
Now, here we are being asked how they wish they get accepted for who they are. I think it is okay to give up on people who you think are the ones you want to keep forever. Maybe my walk went a little curvy as I reach out, maybe it is a straight path with a little bump. I do not know what the future holds but if there is anything I have learned the past months, I know what I deserve and I do not deserve being treated like I have never placed myself in their shoes.