I’m writing this to you because right now I feel vulnerable in the best way possible; I feel like I’ve shared myself with you unabashedly and without censorship and that is terrifying. Every day I read horrible things about the hobby, providers and hobbyists but none of those experiences seem to line up with mine. Every time I see you, you remind me how much I love my life and how blessed I am to be who I am and where I am in life.
Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life in such an intimate and substantial way. Thank you for providing me with what I need to survive in this world and thank you for allowing me to be truly myself while I’m with you, it is as freeing for me as it is for you. Thank you for not conforming to the negative image that is so often displayed in our corner of the world. Thank you for always treating me with respect, courtesy, care and consideration.
In exchange for what you do for me, I want to give you a piece of myself while we’re together: I want to express my love for you (not because I have to or because it makes my life easier but because I think the world needs more affection and seeing your eyes light up brightens my day.) I want you to feel appreciated and valued (because by me, you are.) I want to show you how beautiful and magical the world is through my eyes (with the hope that I can help make your life a little bit brighter.) I want to make you feel welcome (like you don’t ever need to leave.) Most of all, I want to show you that there are sincere people in this world. I only hope that you view me as one of them.