A letter to you.
I write this with all the raw emotion from my body and hope that it finds a place to rest easy in your heart.
Let me begin by saying thank you. Thank you for seeing my heart before my personality and my personality before my body.
You saw the scars from the emotions in my life and you weren’t scared. You accepted them knowing they would last a lifetime and didn’t care. I couldn’t believe that you saw my strength before you saw any of my weaknesses and you laid yourself out to catch my tears once, then again and again never complaining at how much of a mess I am.
I am a mess. A mixture of emotion, insecurity, anxiety, self-doubt and a constant battle within myself to make sure I am enough. You simply took a leap of faith not knowing if there was ground for you to land on and accepted me for the mess that I am.
You have this incredible ability to make me sure of the emotions I am unsure of. You support my dreams as your own always wanting to turn them into realities.
I am not a fetish you get your fix from but rather, I am a single flame of light that surrounds you with warmth and calmness.
When I think of you I can’t help but think that you are a prayer God wrote for me. That prayer brings us bliss and joy in life, and that is what you are. I know you were made from a limited edition mold because God loves me.
I will take a room full of silence with you in it before I take a constructed idea of what a relationship is because we exist for us, not for them. We do not exist for those who did not see our worth because, in fact, I am glad they didn’t see what I see when I look at you.
“It’s kinda hard for me to explain.”
A letter to you.
