Description
From Chapter 90, “You’re Welcome,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
Belle’s message to Aaron is: "So this is me saying thank you, too. And yes… you’re welcome. Just for you." This song gently invites us to explore the quiet strength found in genuine connection, where love doesn’t demand change but offers a patient presence. It acknowledges the hesitations and fears that come with opening up while showing how healing blossoms when someone sees you fully, without judgment or conditions. Listening to this song can remind you that even fragile hearts can hold space for tenderness and that being truly known is a gift worth embracing with hope and courage.
Lyrics
I read your words and let them stay,
They settled heavy, wouldn’t drift away.
You saw me before I could prepare,
Like curtains drawn while I stood there bare.
If I had given any part of me,
I’m not sure where the end would be.
Your love never wanted pieces small,
It wanted everything, heart and all.
That kind of love still frightens me,
It heals and breaks my secrecy.
I’m learning who I am when seen,
When love is mercy, not a claim.
Welcome, welcome,
To the part of me I hide.
Welcome, welcome,
To the truth I kept inside.
You showed me love can ache and wait,
Can guard a heart without a gate.
A different hunger, calm and deep,
One that knows when not to reach.
You wanted me beyond the shine,
Beyond the ways I compromise.
When I had nothing left to give,
You still saw me, you let me live.
I still flinch when someone leans too near,
Still wake up held by quiet fear.
Old voices say love isn’t kind,
That I’ll be left when I lose my shine.
Sometimes I wonder, eyes shut tight,
What it would mean not to fight.
To rest my head and simply stay,
Not fear I’d fade or slip away.
Maybe giving won’t erase my name,
Maybe this love won’t stake a claim.
Maybe I won’t vanish in the flame,
Even though I’ll never be the same.
You never tried to tear walls down,
Never demanded solid ground.
You placed your hand where bricks remain,
So I’d know love could reach and refrain.
You loved me without asking more,
Stayed without keeping score.
You gave what I could never hold,
And never claimed me as your own.
You didn’t get the end you sought,
But what we shared was finely wrought.
Something rare, and something true,
Worth remembering, me and you.
So this is me saying thank you, too…
And yes…
You’re welcome.
