You? I love how real you are, the most genuine person I know. I love your resolve to live, not only for yourself but for us all, a quality life. I love that you are strong and willful. I love that you are passionate for everything equally, for work and for sex and for wellness and for security and for meaning and for responsibility and for growth and for play and for all of us, everyone in your life. You're a good, good person, uncommonly beautiful and decent and intelligent and competent and kind. It's true. You are. You always have been.
You and me? Here's how I see it. I have two realities, but only one of them is real. I live most of my life in a daydream, before I met you and even still, when you're not around. You, however, pull me back to earth, putting my feet on the ground. You connect me to life and love, the vital and the tangible and all of my senses. I live at a distance from everyone, but you are as close to me as one person can be to another, the only touch from which I do not shrink away. All of my favorite real places to spend time are curves on your skin. When I am not with you I forget that I am real. When I am with you I remember food and water and shelter and love and I am also alive like everyone else and I am also a man like other men and I can also feel and can touch and can build and can protect and can embrace and can engage and can live and live and live. I love you for that. For me, you are more than I ever expected. You are my right to participate in life.
Just a few thoughts about you and about us. Happy birthday, Susan.
Love.
