I see my equal. I see someone deserving of respect and tenderness, who works hard and wants their actions to speak for them. You get it, you just do. I don’t have to worry about you understanding my train of thought because you’re right there with me. I see us wanting the same things and I can see the potential for something truly beautiful to be built, that is if we can make it over the remaining hurdles.
I want to know all the crevices and corners of your mind, the struggles you’ve faced, the things that have inspired you, all the whatnots that have been pieced together to make the wonderful that is you. I want to be able to see things from your perspective, and to tell you how proud I am of you for being who you are. I’d like to see myself through your eyes, because you make me feel lovely, like somebody has my back. I don’t think I could lie to you if I wanted to, the way you look at me slices right through any bullshit that I would be able to produce, plus I just like the way space and time feels with you nearby. When you’re there the static dissipates.
You’ve been so determined to knock down all these walls. That takes a lot of courage, and I know it’s not easy. Mine own have been especially high and wrapped in barbed wire.
I worry about going through all this work, only to be called out later as an imposter because I have so little to give that could really benefit you. I don’t have a home of my own, and though I am building stability I know I am far from there. The most I can speak for is of my intent to create a legacy of something beautiful. Could that really be enough? I keep hopin’ so.