11/18/2025
Some thoughts for the day.
If a person came into your life right now that was
kind, respectful, attractive, devoted, emotionally available, genuinely adoring you, you’d probably feel it at first as everything you’ve ever wanted.
The dream.
The love you’ve been manifesting.
The proof that good people exist.
But then something strange might happen.
Instead of relaxing into it, you might feel anxious. Uncomfortable.
You’d could start overthinking.
You’d feel this subtle pull to create distance. To question it. To test it. To find the flaw.
Because when someone finally treats you like you deserve to be treated, it wakes up every old wound that told you, you weren’t worthy of that kind of care.
Your fear of not being good enough. Your fear of being too much. Your fear of being truly seen, and then abandoned. They all flare up.
Because this kind of person isn’t just love. They are evidence. Evidence that every person who overlooked you, betrayed you, or made you feel small was wrong.
And that truth is almost unbearable when you’ve spent years believing it was your fault.
So instead of letting yourself receive it, your mind starts finding reasons to keep them at arm’s length.
They are “too nice.”
You “just don’t feel the spark.”
You may start picking at small things that don’t really matter, or you withdraw to protect yourself from being hurt.
Because deep down, losing a person like that would feel like losing your last chance at love. And that’s terrifying.
The tragedy is that you may not consciously push them away. You’ll do it subtly. Emotionally. A tone. A delay in affection. A lack of openness. And when the person eventually senses it and steps back, it’ll confirm the story: “See? Even they didn’t stay.”
But they didn’t leave because you weren’t lovable. They left because you couldn’t yet believe you were.
Bottom line!!!! Until you learn to sit with the discomfort of being loved well, to feel safe in peace, to let gentleness in without suspicion, you’ll keep repeating the same story, no matter how good the other is.
Real love doesn’t test how deeply you can give.
It tests how deeply you can receive.