Tiefes weites Ausatmen - freiwilliges dasein und -bleiben ~wave to be ~

 Wenn mit der Welt geteilte tiefe Worte, in die innere Resonanz als Frau geht: 

'She was never afraid of his darkness. No matter how deep or how fierce it seemed, she didn’t flinch or turn away. Instead, she looked into the shadows dancing in his eyes and saw the pain, the suffering, the silent battles he fought every day. She saw beyond the surface, beyond the demons that haunted him, and recognized the fragile soul underneath—the one that was desperately trying to hold itself together. To her, his darkness wasn’t a threat; it was a part of him, a piece of his story that she was willing to understand and even love.

He always believed no one could truly reveal what lurks inside him. He thought his demons were too savage, too wild, too ugly for anyone to handle. He believed that his scars ran too deep, that his pain was too raw for anyone to see without recoiling. But she never recoiled. She never looked away. Instead, she reached out her hand and gently whispered, “I see you,” knowing that seeing someone’s darkness doesn’t mean condoning it—it means loving it, understanding it, holding space for it.

He knew he was different, so different that sometimes it felt like no one could truly understand him. He carried the chaos within him like a secret he was afraid to share, afraid that if anyone got too close, they’d see the beast he kept hidden. But her love was different. It was fierce and gentle all at once. It was unwavering in its acceptance. She didn’t run from his dark corners or hide her own fears. She simply stood there, steadfast and unshaken, and said, “You don’t have to hide from who you are. I love you—every part of you, even the parts you’re afraid to show.”

He thought no one could truly understand his inner world—the storms, the monsters, the pain that refused to fade. But she saw it all, and instead of fear or judgment, she felt compassion. She understood that his darkness wasn’t a flaw but a reflection of the battles he’d fought, the scars he carried, and the love he’d been too afraid to believe in. She loved him not despite his darkness but because of it—because she knew that love was about embracing the entire person, shadows and all.

He always wondered if anyone could truly love a man so wounded, so broken, so haunted by his past. But she loved him fiercely, unapologetically, with a rawness that made his heart ache. She loved him when he was at his weakest, when he was trembling with fear, when his demons whispered lies in his ears. She loved him in his silence, in his chaos, in his darkest moments. And in her love, he found a sanctuary—a place where he could finally breathe, finally feel safe enough to let go of the masks he wore for so long.

He believed his darkness made him unworthy of love, unworthy of peace. But she proved him wrong every single day. She showed him that love isn’t about perfection or avoiding the shadows—it’s about walking through them, hand in hand, with courage and trust. She loved him enough to see his pain, to feel his fears, and to still hold him close, whispering softly, “You are not your demons. You are more than the darkness that tries to consume you.”

And as she loved him, he realized something profound—that love isn’t about fixing someone or saving them from their demons. It’s about standing there, unshaken, and loving them fiercely in spite of the chaos. It’s about holding space for their pain, their scars, their shadows, and loving them even when they’re at their most vulnerable. Because true love doesn’t run from darkness; it embraces it, transforms it, and makes it part of the beautiful, imperfect whole.

He fought so long to hide his darkness, to pretend it wasn’t there, to act as if he was okay. But she saw through all of that. She saw the truth beneath the masks—the truth that he was a man battered by life, haunted by his past, fighting inner wars no one else could see. And she loved him for it. She loved him not despite his demons but because she knew they couldn’t define him. She loved him because she saw the light hiding behind the shadows, a light that only she could ignite.

Her love was a fire that warmed his coldest nights, a beacon guiding him home when he felt lost in the darkness. It was a promise that he was never alone, even in his most chaotic moments. She loved him fiercely—not to change him but to remind him that he was worthy of love in every form, in every shadow, in every tear-streaked moment. She loved him with a strength that made his demons tremble and his soul soar.

And in her love, he finally found his peace—an understanding that he didn’t have to be afraid of his own darkness anymore. Because love had the power to heal, to transform, to lift even the heaviest burdens. She believed in him when he didn’t believe in himself, and through her unwavering love, he saw that he was more than his scars, more than his pain, more than the monsters inside.

He finally understood that love isn’t about perfection or pretending to be okay. It’s about accepting the chaos, loving the broken parts, and still choosing to stay. It’s about seeing the beauty in the scars and knowing that even the darkest night can give way to dawn. And with her by his side, he knew he could face anything—because love had made him brave enough to confront his demons, to embrace his shadows, and to finally believe in himself.

She was his truth, his sanctuary, his greatest gift—someone who loved him fiercely in his darkness, holding him close when the night was the coldest. And he loved her with a depth he’d never known, for she had shown him that even in the deepest shadows, there is a spark waiting to ignite, a light waiting to be loved, and a soul brave enough to see it all and still say, “You are enough. Always.'

-Steve De'lano Garcia