I can’t make you feel a certain way. I can’t make you feel something you don’t
feel. It never hurts to present the idea
to you—give you the opportunity to think of the situation from my perspective—to
show you what you’re working with. But
the bottom line is that I can’t change
how you feel, no matter what I say. No
matter what I don’t say. No matter what
I write. No matter what I sing. No matter what I play. No matter what I wear. No matter what I don’t wear. No matter what I surprise you with. No matter how much I help you. No matter how much space I give you. No matter how happy I was. No matter how unhappy I am. No matter how thin I get. Is all of this a senseless beg for your
attention? Or do I just do this to
myself because I like it? I don’t
know. The root idea is that you still
feel the way you feel, and I cannot change it.
But you know what I’m learning?
That’s not a reflection on me. It’s not that I’m not wording it correctly or
that I’m stupid because I feel a certain way that you don’t. It just means I feel this way, you feel that
way. Neither of us are wrong. Neither of us have to make each other
understand. Sometimes people just disagree.
I don’t have to apologize for feeling the way I feel. Neither should you.
Humans are beautiful things. I’m beautiful. You’re beautiful.
I don’t always feel this way. But I can remember a time that every person I
know held some beauty and mystery and magnetism. It’s all still there somewhere.
