Unseen.

I wonder if you've ever been on the receiving end of a lecture about how you're wrong about who you are? Had the person with the most access to you boldly proclaim something about you that is wildly off-the-mark, but then when you try to correct them, be told that you are the one who is wrong? About yourself?

I dunno. Maybe. I'm almost completely certain you're familiar with the feeling of being unseen at least, even if it manifests differently for you than it does for me.

And… maybe that's why we found each other. Two invisible people… seeing each other.

And I won't speak for you, but for me… that feeling of being seen… for the first time. In a really, really long time. Gosh…

Well baby, I hope I see you right. I try. I know I've said it before so sorry if I sound like a broken record, but it's only because it is so incredibly important to me: I try to see you. I want to. In all your full glory. But if I ever get it wrong, I want to know. Because I know what it's like to be put into an ill-fitted box. And I never, ever, ever want you to feel that way.

I want you for you. And I think… I think that you want me for me.

And just that is beautiful. And worth it. To me.

Well. Love you baby. Thank you for seeing me, for loving me… for loving me.

It's an unfamiliar feeling, but… I think I could get used to it.

Just hope I give you the same.

Love you,
Me.