Unchained.

Baby, I hope you like the way I see you… I hope I get it right. But I know there's so much still over the horizon… so much that maybe I just can't see yet.

But I want to. I want to see you. I want to see all of you.

And, no baby, I'm not being sexy right now. You know what I mean.

But more importantly… I want to make sure I see you right. Not just clearly, but truly.

The last thing I want is to accidentally chain you to some new box that you don't quite fit in.

I want you.

The whole you. The real you.

Because you?

I like it. A lot.

ahem

So if I ever miss. If it ever feels like I need some corrective lenses…

Tell me.

Don't be afraid. This heart is where you belong, whatever shape “you” actually take.

I would so much rather you tell me I'm wrong than have you try to contort yourself to fit my vision.

I will never argue, never insist my version of you is right.

Give me your truth, and I will make it mine.

Let me see you, baby. All of you.

I already know that vision is glorious, babe. No matter the precise shape you actually take.

Standing here in awe, as always.

Yours.

PS — I mean… I'm not not talking about the sexy side of things, either… speaking of letting me see all of you……… ahem.