When you love someone you have to honor his art and let him keep it for himself. And you have to honor her fears to release whenever she is ready.
No matter how much you love them or 'mean well' you can't help them shape their soul and you can't pry away the wall that keeps them from shaping it. It is theirs to battle and wrestle with; to hug and tug and twist and dig their fingers into.
You can't do it for them.
And they can't do it for you.
But you can look them in the eye when they are lost and searching for help. You can hold their bodies up and push their arms in place and whisper in their ears that you will always be there no matter how hard it gets.