My dearest love,
So often, I think, this world tells us to hide our past and to cower with shame at little mistakes or certain events that took place. But I want you to know that you must never feel guilty about telling me anything. I want to know every little thing about you, every secret, every wish, every regret.
I want you to be able to come to me and tell me about the worst thing you think you’ve ever done but be assured that my affection for you won’t change.
I want to know your story.
I want to know about your first love, about the love you found and lost. I want to know how she hurt you. I want to know what went wrong.
Please tell me what she did to make you shy or how she made you cry. Tell me about your first kiss, your first date, your first dreams, your first fears.
Point out every scar that you have from falling and fighting your way to me. Tell me the stories behind each mark on your skin, every cut in your heart. Let me kiss your wounded hands that are sore and calloused from picking up the pieces of your heart that she left.
Please don’t hide anything from me.
For I, likewise, will tell you of my journey. And while it may hurt others to hear of their lover’s firsts, to me, it just shows that you have cared, you can feel, that your heart is soft and loving.
I don’t hate your past or anyone from it. All I care about is you.
Here and now.
We’ve all been broken at some point of our lives or another. The pain we felt made an eruption in our hearts. But it doesn’t change the fact that we are two human souls, yearning for the surface to break of the water we are under.
And to find each other.
And believe me that someday, when I do find you, I will strive to treat you the way you want to be treated. I will yearn with every fiber in my being to love you the way you want and deserve to be loved.
And I think that’s when we’ll both find that balance of love and happiness that we thought we’d found long ago with someone else, but couldn’t experience it to the fullest until we had found each other.