Many people assumed that if they cared enough for me, I would feel it and eventually change. but they were wrong. they were not my type, and I was never imagining a life with them. their kindness was an offering, something given in the hope that I would love them back.

You were different. you did not offer your kindness as a condition. you wanted me to heal first. you focused on me, on my becoming, not on being chosen. only later did we arrive at the idea that your love might help me. and I believed it would not. I thought love could not reach where I was.

But the truth is, your love changed me. if it had not been powerful enough, I would never have responded to it. I would never have moved. yet it did. it changed me.

The simple fact that you love me, changes me..