Sir,
I don't wonder anymore why you came into my life. I know. I guess I always knew.
Through loving you — I learn to love myself, again. I was lost, you found me.
You make me see what's grand about me, what may go unnoticed — you see right through. And by seeing and acknowledging, you are sending me that reflection.
Yes, you are right — I remember now. I am witty, funny. I am soft, kind. I am smart, ambitious. I am pretty, sexy. I am intriguing, bewitching.
I am worthy.
Worthy of everything I want and need. Worthy of love. Worthy of emotional safety. Worthy of your time — what a precious gift you keep giving.
I am a goddess — I hold the power.
I am love — and I love you.
Let's just say it as it is — because I don't find another reason for you occupying my every thought. Because I don't find another reason why you make me want to be the best version of myself. Because I don't find another reason for the magnetic pull I have towards you, so that must be it: I love you.
Simply, purely — without request, without expectation. From the sidelines, in silence.
Même sans toi, je ne serai plus jamais seule, puisque tu existes quelque part.