Like the people I work with. Like the people that follow me on social media. Youāre a better person than I am, Hold. Sometimes I donāt think I can trust anyone other than you. Not even myself. I donāt mean that I donāt trust our family, because I do, but⦠they canāt see me. I canāt let them. I would feel worse knowing that they were worrying about me. I donāt want anyone to worry about me.Ā
I care about you more than I care about myself. Itās what keeps me from completely losing my mind. If it werenāt for you ā I donāt know if Iād still be here. Physically, maybe, but not emotionally. Iād have shut down entirely. You kept coming back for me, even when you were drowning as well. I called and made an appointment with a really successful psychologist yesterday, but an hour later I called back and canceled it. Iām just so fucking scaredĀ of letting people in. I freeze up when people try to get to know me. All of my thoughts begin to scramble, and I lose the ability to speak coherently. So I either make up a reason to leave or I change the subject; depending on what it was. But you⦠I want to talk to you for hours. I want to show you every crack and corner in my mind. Itās not pretty, though. Itās really not. And I find myself hesitating constantly, because I donāt want it to effect you the same way. Youāre everything.Ā
I was starting to wonder if Iād ever fill the void in my heart. With Ari; I felt happy, content. I still felt bound by chains. I never would have admitted that out loud. I wanted to be happy with her and so I told myself that I was, and maybe I really was, but the dynamic with Ari is so different from the dynamic with you. I donāt have to hide my scars from you. I donāt have to fight with myself to tell you what Iām thinking. And I never want to think of a world without you in it.Ā
There couldnāt be a world without you in it.Ā
Well, to be fair, the people that follow you on social media mainly follow you for all your thirst traps. Thus, you canāt really blame them for being... distracted from your glowing personality when your abs and/or your crotch is front and center on their timeline.
On a more serious note, though, thereās no time limit for when or if you ever let people truly see you. Again, that decision is solely in your hands. Nan and Papa are two of the most loving and understanding people Iāve ever had the pleasure of knowing, but they donāt know everything about me either. My production team donāt know everything about me. Not even the rest of our brothers know every part of who I am.Ā
Youāre the only one who does. And itās not out of disrespect for any of them because although the world is cold, Iām blessed to be able to say that many of the people I surround myself with are good people. So donāt feel guilty for not letting people in. I know itās not out of malicious intent, and Iām sure they know that, too.Ā
But you, Dame... youāve seen me at my worst, my best, and everywhere in between. Thatās why you have the unfortunate gift of truly seeing me. And for some reason, after all of it, you still love me. I donāt know how or why, but I couldnāt be more grateful for it. And I love you, too. Every single piece of you. Even the ones that are broken or missing or fragmented so that you canāt exactly assemble them back together correctly. Because youāre you. And thereās no person anywhere on Earth that is a better fit for me than you. I wonāt ever leave if you donāt either.