Description
From Chapter 48, “Giving,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
With "You give like it's breathing, not keeping score, like love for me is reason to give more," illustrates Belle's confusion about Aaron’s love. The song’s a gentle invitation to embrace the quiet strength found in giving and receiving love without conditions. These tender moments where vulnerability is met with understanding, reveal how allowing others to give can bring unexpected joy and healing. It encourages patience with ourselves as we learn to accept connection on our own terms, reminding us that growth and love often happen slowly, in the spaces where we feel safe enough to simply receive what another longs to give.
Lyrics
You think I don’t notice the way you lean in,
Like you might spill grace if you move too fast again.
You think I don’t see what it does to you,
When I let myself receive something true.
I see it all.
I’ve carried my life with my hands alone,
Paid every cost, learned how to stand on my own.
I don’t need saving, don’t need a plan,
I just need room to stay who I am.
But you don’t come trying to take control,
You give like something rising from your soul.
And I’m learning slow what I never believed,
Sometimes love begins when I receive.
So I let you give, not because I’m weak,
But because I see what it does in you so deep.
You seem joyous each time I receive,
It’s something most would never believe.
And maybe love is not what I achieve,
Maybe love is learning how to receive.
You don’t ask for more than I can be,
I see how you smile when you’re giving freely.
You’re not trying to fix what may be broken,
You seem to understand even what’s unspoken.
You give like it’s breathing, not keeping score,
Like love for me is reason to give more.
And I don’t know why that frightens me,
Why kindness feels like something I should flee.
But something in me wants to stay and believe,
That I am safe when I receive.
So I accept what you give, in a box or on a plate,
And your shoulders seem like they set down a weight.
You seem joyous each time I receive,
It’s something most would never believe.
And maybe love is not what I achieve,
Maybe love is learning how to receive.
What scares me isn’t the love you show,
It’s wondering if I can go where it wants to go.
What if I turn? What if I’m not the same?
Will you still want me if I should change?
What if the girl I fought to defend
Finds herself opening again?
I’m learning slow, I’m learning true,
Love doesn’t rush, sometimes it waits too.
Removed your blazer, rolled sleeves just right,
Cooking for me, lost track of the night.
I let you give in that simple, safe way,
It’s loving you back that I’m scared to say.
So I let you give while I find my way,
While I learn what it costs not to run away.
If your love speaks through the things you do,
Maybe letting you give is my answer to you.
You seem joyous each time I receive,
It’s something most would never believe.
And maybe love is not what I achieve,
Maybe love is learning how to receive.
I don’t know yet how my heart will land,
But I’m still here, I see where you stand.
If joy is found in the love you give,
Maybe this is how I’m learning to live.
I’m learning to live.
I’m learning to live.
I’m not running, from you.
Not today.
