Description
From Chapter 56, “Not Knowing,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
Belle almost whispers: "I don’t know what to do with your kind of love, I see you, I really do, and that’s what makes this so hard to choose" It's a quiet, tender space where love is patient and unspoken, yet deeply felt. It speaks to the vulnerability of opening oneself to another when fear and past wounds still linger. Listening to it is a gentle reminder that love isn’t always bold or easy; sometimes it waits quietly, hoping to be understood and embraced in its imperfect, fragile form. Let this melody offer you a moment of hope and the courage to face what’s waiting just beyond the door.
Lyrics
I don’t know what to do with your kind of love,
The kind that stays, the kind that doesn’t shove.
It waits in silence, calls it peace,
Carries its ache like a hymn beneath.
You think I don’t know how much you care,
But I feel it when you think I’m not aware.
I know the weight, I know the loss,
I’ve always known, and I fear the cost.
I didn’t come here looking for you,
Just a place to breathe, a job, something true.
But you saw me before I could see,
What your quiet love was doing to me.
I see you, I really do,
And that’s what makes this so hard to choose.
Your love is bright, it’s burning through,
I don’t know if I’m built for something so true.
I’ve read your dreams, the ones you hide,
Long walks, small cafés, time on our side.
And some nights I imagine a life beyond,
Then morning comes, I pull my armor on.
You say my joy is worth your pain,
You’d give up everything, ask nothing in return.
That kind of love scares me inside,
It’s not fair to you to love from the outside.
I see you, I really do,
And that’s what makes this so hard to choose.
I haven’t closed the door on you,
I just don’t know what to do.
You want a life, time that’s just ours,
But how do I walk through that door
I don’t want to take what I can’t return,
Or wake up knowing I can’t make that turn.
I see you, just as clear as day,
I don’t know how to love your way.
I can’t promise forever more,
Before I learn to open the door.
Maybe I’m fragile, more than I show,
Not broken, just bruised, moving slow.
You see a door that leads to my heart,
If opened means we never depart.
If what you see is true,
Only you can lead me through.
