It's understandable, this fear and this uncertainty that you feel. How could you not feel these things, given the deceits and disappointments of your past? Life and love have at times conspired against you, making you wary, watchful, suspicious. Maybe even paranoid?
You've never had much to go on, regarding me. You've had a glimpse or two, but not much else. Hearsay has clouded things even more. You don't know what to believe, or what to think, or what to feel, or what to do. A part of you tells you to run, as fast as you can, away from me. But another part is, at least, curious enough to stick around. On the outskirts of a relationship. A fisherman with a bite, but not quite willing to crank the reel. Not quite willing to see what's on the other end of that line.
You wrestle with yourself. And I wait, my heart leaping inside my chest, for a winner to emerge from the dust.
Doubt is universal. Fear is universal. It's perfectly normal for you to feel these things. But you don't need to feel doubt, and you don't need to feel fear. I can take those feelings from you. I can feel those things enough for both of us. And I can handle them, because I'm used to them.
I wish that things were different. I wish that you would trust me, that you would stop being afraid of me. I wish that you would look into my eyes, and see even the tiniest glimmer of what I see when I look into yours. That glimmer would be enough to erase your concerns.
I wish that you knew me, because if you knew me, then you would know what to do.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. But, there's no hurry. This offer is eternal.
Here, take my hand. I want to show you something.