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I just wanted to thank you.
You may not have known it at the time, but you were the first man to ever truly respect me physically. In fact, you respected me more than I respected myself.
You never, ever made me feel even a little bit uncomfortable, and I need you to know how much that meant to me.
When you and I were together, I was not even remotely aware of how fucked up I was, but somehow, I think you did know. I think you understood me better than I understood myself.
I know that you dout it at times as do we all, but you are a good person. You certainly made a difference in my life. There's a part of me that will probably never fully "get over" you, but that's how it goes, first real love and all. We all have that person who will forever take up a special place in our heart. I don't think that's a bad thing; it's just... life.
In any case, my point for writing is to thank you. Thank you for showing me that I was worth something even though I still have a lot of difficulty believing it.
Life is too short; I would rather stop leaving things unsaid.
I was going to post this anonymously, but I guess that isn't an option.