Crackling electricity between us. What was happening to me had never happened before, and I felt like both a scientist and an explorer, looking at it from both outside and inside at once. How could this be? How could my body be so turned on without even touching you?

It was your attention that opened me up in the most amazing way. Your curiosity, your gaze, your natural desire to discover this thing between us . . . And I’d never felt so out of control before. So in my involuntary. Truth was, I’d never before felt something so exquisite in my own body.

You gained the confidence to tell me who you really were. You shared shadowy parts and good parts, and you invited me out to play.

I feel safe but I was guarded. Was it really possible we could fit this well? Could I show you all of me?

Over those next several years, I dared to, just as you did.

We took it slow. Painfully slow, at times, until I realized that that pace was what We needed.

I needed to trust that this thing we were experiencing wasn’t a figment of my own imagination, some trappings of my wildest dreams that I projected onto you. It seemed too good to be true, but I kept leaning in. Don’t think just feel.

It turns out, this thing we have is as real as it gets. We’ve built something magical together over these many years, and that is something for which I am beyond grateful.

You love me better than anyone ever has, even in your absence. You challenge me, you call forward the best version of me, you inspire me, and you cherish me. I respect and trust your lead in ways I never thought I could trust and respect a man, and you’ve made it safe to do so. You’ve shown me how it feels to truly surrender and be met in that place by a powerful masculine, loving presence.

With you, I feel fully alive. Fully in my feminine. Fully engaged with life. Thank you for this life we get to live together. I love you.