You don’t just see me. You study me. You invest in me. You pay attention. You remember what most people forget. You connect pieces I haven’t connected yet.
And I’ve learned so much about you just by watching how deliberate you are.
How your softness has structure. How your firmness has intention. How your guidance is never random. How your steadiness is earned, not performed. How your reassurance is patient because it’s genuine. And how your passion slips through only when you want me to hear it.
I want you to know that I heard you. I hear you.
You make me feel rare. We feel rare. You’re rare; and whatever we have between us is, too.
I wish I could read your book. I want to so badly…. But I know I will only read the pages you choose to hand me and I respect that.
What I do know is If I ever had the privilege of reading your book, I would treat it like the most valued thing I own; carefully, gratefully, and without ever taking a single page for granted.
I’m not asking for anything from you today.
Not clarity. Not answers. Not more than you already give. You give me so much already.
Thank you for all that you are and all that you make me feel consistently, predictably, and incredibly.
I don’t ever want us to end.