Honey bunny,
I love that I met you. That you entered in my life like a tornado yet discreet as a breeze. That you unknowingly gave me the courage to walk away from something that wasn’t good for me. Anymore, for far too long.
I love that I met you. That you made my heart beat again and reminded me what was out there for me. That life didn’t have to be gloomy nor painful. But that I could manifest whatever I set my mind to. Shifting my reality.
I love that I met you. That you uncovered the parts of me I kept hidden and silent for too long. That you helped me find back my confidence, my wittiness, my rizz. That you brought back my appetite. And I don’t mean the one for yummy dishes. Rather for snacks, my type of snacks.
I love that I met you. That you are what and who you are. Not dangerous, just exhilarating. That you are soft, strong, harsh, raw, gentle still, caring even. Grounded. Unbothered. So imperfect. Oh so manly.
I love that I met you. That we finally got to meet each other in real life, not just behind a screen and through a headset. That you sustained my gaze, looked deep inside of me, dropping my barriers. That you showed me I can be whoever I desire, that I can be blunt yet accepted.
I love that I met you. That you made everything so easy, so comfortable, so natural. Even looking at me in the eyes while saying you’ll ruin my ass. And that you’re a man of your words. How refreshing.
I love that I met you.
Look at me now. Back to who I was supposed to be, what I needed to be. Not for you, nor for another, but for me. Back with that fire within me, back with that fire in my eyes.
Thank you, thank you — thank you!
Yours, never truly, but ever so slightly.
🐥🍯🐇