All the way in.
When I care about you, I care about the whole package, your entire person, the good as well as the bad. You don’t have to be “on” for me, and you don’t have to keep the unpleasant parts hidden. If I’m investing my energy in a relationship with you, I want it all.
We all have parts of ourselves that we don’t like. We all have things in our past that we’re ashamed of. I’m not perfect, and I know that you’re not either. I don’t want you to be.
I’m not going to try and fix you. You are not broken. You are not defective. You will not scare me away when you show me the parts you wish you didn’t have. When you are mine and I am yours, I’m in all the way.
Tell me your hopes and dreams, your desires and fantasies, but tell me what scares you, too. Tell me about the creeping darkness that gets into your guts. Tell me about the awful horror that comes when you face the worst parts of yourself.
I want to know you, all of you, intimately. I can’t do that unless you let me in.
Be vulnerable for me. I will keep your secrets. I hope you will keep mine.
I will share my darkness with you. I will let the monster out. I will devour you, consume you, turn you inside out. What I crave isn’t simply sensation, or pain, or control. I scare myself with what I want to ask of you. It’s not a small thing. This isn’t play; this is a connection between our most basic selves.
I want you to surrender all of yourself to me. Let me in.