Thank You.
For loving me for me. And for letting me know this, every single day.
And, even with my last glass of port to punctuate the end of a few hours of reading, for having me know one thing quite clearly-
That I might have questions about the person I am, about the truth of it and what my sexuality means. That I might often ask and try to dissect, but when I come up empty-handed, I know that you know who I am, inside and out. And that you've given me someone who loves me regardless.
That churches can preach and hate can spread, but I know You, and who You are and what You stand for.
I've walked with you long enough to know that who I am doesn't change what I mean to you. I know for certain that I don't love You any less, that I am not wrong, that there are kinks that I fiddle with every so often but it's okay.
Because You know me. And I am Yours.
And that's enough for me.
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