𧠫 Teardrop » â Massive Attack
I didnât find a man.
I touched on a possibility.
And sometimes, thatâs almost more unsettling.
Because today, I donât give anything away for free.
Not my humor, not my tenderness, not what my body still wants to convey â sometimes.
Not right away. Not to just anyone. And above all: not if I have any doubts.
And yet, there was a small reversal.
A guy who wasnât necessarily ready for me. Not necessarily clear.
But who, in his own way, awakened something in me. And me in him.
Itâs not a romantic thrill like in the movies.
Itâs a disturbance. Someone who doesnât make me run away, or scare me, or annoy me.
Someone who surprises me.
Someone I wanted to open up to. To do things differently.
And in the background, he has evolved as I have journeyed.
Unique. Rare.
He made me laugh. A defenseless kid.
And he made me blush. Me, the warrior, he made me soft.
Not because he expected it.
But because he awakened that in me.Parce quâalors je nâavais pas encore conscience de le vouloir. Ni encore moins de pouvoir lâĂȘtre Ă nouveau.
He surprised me twice. In two weeks.
In the realm of sex. The introverted, shy, slightly inhibited guy â too well-mannered to disrespect women â yes, yes, there are still a few of them around.
Almost pious. Unable to call a spade a spade, to talk about sex in an uninhibited 2025 way.
He almost apologized for suggesting a hookup.
And then. He sent me an explicit photo of himself in his underwear.
Without warning. Without embarrassment. Without misplaced ego.
Just: âLook, Iâm thinking of you.â â
And I looked at him, this guy.
Not just because he aroused desire.
But with the gaze of someone who was waiting for Prince Charming.
With someone who said to herself:
âWhat if, in the absence of a guy whoâs ready, I come across a man whoâs possible?â
With the person who has heard so often,
âYou have to accept me as I am,â
that they forget that some people may still be trying to understand.
Not to understand me.
To understand themselves.
He told me he didnât know if he had evolved enough to start over.
Not an excuse.
An observation.
Raw. Honest. Rare.
The others didnât even say no.
They didnât even try.
No, itâs too complicated.
No, I canât change.
No, you have to take me as I am.
And what about me in all this?
He said to me:
âMaybe.â
And in that âmaybe,â I heard:
Finally, a man who has courage and hasnât given up on himself.
Itâs not that I want to change him.
I donât have that fantasy.
Iâve given enough.
But he made me want to believe that a man could change by my side â not for me, but with me.
If all men were re-educable, there would surely be less loneliness on Earth.
But donât confuse training with potential.
You donât create potential. You see it. You seize it when it comes along.
And if you have the patience not to impose anything â or if you still have a little hope left â
you blow on it, you test it.
You see what happens.
I know how to cook.
I know how to massage.
I know how to listen.
And I know how to turn someone on without consuming them.
So maybe I havenât found the right guy.
But Iâve awakened a guy who, in another world, in another life, could become him.
Who is on his way.
Who has awakened my laughter and my gentleness.
And that is already a victory over everything that has hardened me.
Karma your mother
