Albert Alexander Bukoski Quote
In way, I feel her. Love does that, the unwritten connection. Telling her she is beautiful and lovable. Holding her hand... I see her gaze look down, telling me she is not. Then I feel her, Feelings hidden, searching for escape from when she was a little one.. Hearing inside the voices that spoke when she was young...she wanted to hear but did not. She heard voices reeling inside.. 'not good enough', 'not pretty enough', 'bad little one'...'you cannot be what you want because you aren't'. Trying many times not believe, but she believed those lies. Living them looking in a mirror, walking in life. I love her, I cannot undue the past.. It's my job to undue how she sees herself the best I can. Love does that, to help recover
In way, I feel her. Love does that, the unwritten connection. Telling her she is beautiful and lovable. Holding her hand... I see her gaze look down, telling me she is not. Then I feel her, Feelings hidden, searching for escape from when she was a little one.. Hearing inside the voices that spoke when she was young...she wanted to hear but did not. She heard voices reeling inside.. 'not good enough', 'not pretty enough', 'bad little one'...'you cannot be what you want because you aren't'. Trying many times not believe, but she believed those lies. Living them looking in a mirror, walking in life. I love her, I cannot undue the past.. It's my job to undue how she sees herself the best I can. Love does that, to help recover