Thank you, love…for sharing your past with me. It was so strange to read it. I am so sorry that you had to go thru such a thing and so sorry that for a while…it made you so jaded. I am grateful that attitude did not stay with you long or at the very least seemed to have changed by the time I came along. I remember the “boundaries” we established for ourselves in the beginning. It seems we have never been very good at keeping them. (Laughs) Perhaps it was because we were not supposed to. We have crossed them ALL…everyone of them…over and over. The things that you said and wrote, at the time were absolutely true…and today most of them are FAR from OUR truth.
“So what about me? To me it’s a dream. I am a dream. A dream of an image of a person that may or may not exist somewhere, sometime. I am not real in the traditional sense of the word, but I am real as long as I believe in the dreaming.”
Yes…you ARE a dream. You are MY dream. YES…an image of a person who IS real and who has existed many somewheres, many sometimes. YES…you are REAL in the dreaming, you are REAL in my dreams and now you are REAL in my life…all of them. You have always felt it…that sense of being real and yet not real. I have too. It has been with us our whole lives, tormenting us, making us wonder WHY we felt like that…and now we know.
I can see now why my profile was/is so important to you. Why you paid so much attention to it in the beginning and let it affect the way you interacted with me. I absolutely DID mean what I had written at the time I wrote it. But I knew…that with you…there was just no fighting it. I did not know where it would lead, I would have NEVER guess that it would have brought us here. But I knew…that if you would love me, I would be forever yours.
Each of the “arguments” that you so valiantly displayed, you have told to me…and I agreed with them…for a time. And then over the months, they have changed, some having disappeared all together. Things that were…are no longer…and things that never were…have always been. Each line once crossed, has brought us closer together. It has made our lives better. It has been SO good.
I know that ours is not a “traditional” one. We did not meet in a traditional way and we have chosen not to live in a traditional way. I am not sure that bothers me. It kind of seems to fit in with the lives we have been given. And so…the story continues. It is a different kind of story, some would even call it fiction…I call it real. May it never end, love. Thank you for trying on a new pair of shoes. I am glad these fit!
Forever and ALWAYS your wife…D
