Someone Worthy Of My Valentine
I couldn’t find any gift that was worthy of being given to you on February 14th. We both know that I’m much better expressing my feelings on paper. My ability to communicate in other ways often fails me, to your dismay I’m sure.
You have come to accept me for the introvert I am, which I appreciate. I think the best gift you can give someone is just allowing them to be themselves around you. Space free of judgment is a space where all people want to be.
The best gift you have given me is that you let me be myself. I like serial killers, my favorite color is pink, and, if I could, I would Snapchat my dog. I hate almond milk and rap music, and no, I won’t partake in those things ironically. And you love all those things about me.
You want to know something funny? When I was making coffee, and I asked you if you liked coconut, you said that you did, but you only liked it sometimes. All I could think was, “Thank you, Jesus, I love this man.”
I know that might sound crazy, but I’ve never felt like I didn’t have to impress anyone. And I know that with you, I can be entirely myself. We have these long-winded conversations about the existence of God, and then, somehow, we get on the subject of whether or not we like marshmallows in hot chocolate. And how you really love South Park, but you hate Family Guy. And I agree because I think that Seth MacFarlane is a lazy bastard.
I’m so grateful to just be able to be myself. And I know that this letter is probably just rambling and a little crazy, but I’m literally just talking right now. I see that you’ve always wanted me to just open up to you and talk to you, so that’s exactly what I’m doing right now. I’m giving you the gifts that I can never give you when you are actually looking at me. I’m telling you all the things that I wish I could say, but can’t. Most importantly, I’m just so grateful to have such an open and honest relationship. A relationship where I never feel like I’m in one, and I know that I can put on a push-up bra, my favorite dress, and be ready to go out on the town, or I can be wearing my favorite jeans and my old yellow sweater that has been washed over a thousand times, and you still love me just the same. I know that sometimes you’re not the best at telling how I feel, and sometimes I can turn away from the conversation just because it’s the easy way out. Thanks for putting up with me.
Peace and love,