Last week, when you told me you were annoyed, it felt ok. I was sorry that i had annoyed you, but i felt strangely secure that you could tell me that, and that i could respond without feeling insecure.
How beautifully odd. Being with some one who can leave you feeling secure even when you did not quite meet them where you needed to meet them. That security leaves me able to try to meet that need.
Maybe it is not odd. Maybe it is one of the many things that has been missing.
Je t'aime, beauté. Mais vraiment - vachement - je t'aime quand je temoigne la beauté de ton âme lors des moments comme ca.
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