I’m not a fixer. I don’t see a broken girl and fool myself into believing that w

I’m not a fixer. I don’t see a broken girl and fool myself into believing that with a little love and attention I can turn her into the picture of perfect. That kind of idealism is for fools and optimists, and I’m too smart for either. I can get you some of the way, but that kind of transformation has to come from within. No, when I look at a girl I don’t see what she could become, but what’s already there. It’s mostly lost underneath the garbage of modern life, all the insecurities and anxieties that don’t really matter but have some how seeped through the walls like damp and are eating away at the foundation. It’s not the everyday that I see, nor the everyone. I see that spark, the gemstone in the centre of your being that glimmers with promise. It’s the kind that needs to be shined, and I just happen to have the right kind of cloth. You don’t light up a dark room with your smile, but you do add colour to the desaturated gloom. The hint of something more interesting, hovering in my peripheral in a way that’s more curious than exciting. But curious turns into exciting, if you give it enough fuel, and I’ve got a mind to do exactly that. Just stand there, as you are, and let me get out my shammy. Let me start clearing away the gloom and the low light, and let me start revealing what needs to be revealed.  You’ve got a darker nature to you, and that’s what I want to let out into the light. I want you to stop covering it up, hiding it under layers of banal normality, and I want you to embrace yourself. I want to be the one that discovered you, and I want to be the one that showed that discovery to you. That’s what I’m here for. I’m the appraiser. I’m the jeweller. I’m the man who’s going to find the diamond in your rough.  -- source link

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