I’ve revealed more of myself to you than I ever have to anyone else. I feel like you know me so well, know my darkness and love me anyway. HE sees me as “a sweetheart,” a truly nice person. It’s true, I am a sweetheart to him. Because I love him, and it’s the only side of me he sees. HE doesn’t believe me when I assure him I’m a selfish bitch. Hate to break it to him, but if he can’t even imagine the idea, I’m scared he’d run if he knew how vindictive and cruel and disturbed I am. But YOU know. YOU know I’m mean and sarcastic and filthy-minded…and also hopeful and vulnerable and dreamy. And you’re still here. YOU know me. With advice and support and all the dirty jokes I could wish for. You make me remember all that I am, bad AND good. You make me proud of the way I am. Thanks for accepting me and letting me be what I say I am.