You Will Never Have to Guess Where You Stand With Me

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I wonder when it became weak, or “uncool,” to show emotions , to show care to your friends, the people around you, even strangers.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand that shift.

Because I’m not going to hold back what I feel.

If I care about you, you will know.
If I’m concerned about you, you will know.
If I’m upset with you, you will know.

Not because I need to say everything out loud, but because I don’t believe in leaving people guessing where they stand with me, or how much their presence weighs in my heart

Why should the people I care about have to figure it out on their own?
Why should they question their place in my life when I can make it clear?

I would rather be understood than assumed.

At least with me, there won’t be confusion about your value or your presence. I will make it known, in the way I speak, in the way I show up.

And I don’t see that as weakness.

If I see someone fall, I will go to them. I will ask if they are  okay. The concern will show on my face because that’s what I will feel. There is nothing to hide there.

If the people in my life are going through something difficult, I will reach out. I will check in. I will make sure they know they are not invisible to me.

Because they matter.

And I don’t want the people I care about to live with uncertainty, or worse, to carry the silence I left behind and wonder what they meant to me.

We don’t know how long we have.
We don’t know how much time is left to say what should have been said.

So I don’t believe in saving care for later.

If I care, I show it.

If that makes me too open, too expressive, or too much for some people, then so be it.

I’m not trying to be distant.
I’m not trying to be unreadable.

Because care was never meant to be hidden to the point of being unclear.

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