Dear Vitalian,
After reading an article recently about how the obsession with sexuality has undermined women’s sense of healthy self esteem, I realized what it was that drew me to you. Your bravado. My experience with women has taught me that they are usually either one of two extremes: extremely promiscuous, to the point of being so undignified that it was despicable, or those who sentence themselves to a life of chastity and purity. Then there are occasionally those who perch somewhere in the middle, balanced precariously between these two spectrums, swayed by the trends of the time.
But you are different.
You were not afraid to initiate contact with me, because I had piqued your interest. You were not afraid to spark conversation, to inquire about various details of my life. You did not act like one of those shy little girls who pull their hand away and flush with color. You are the epitome of what a woman should be.
When we danced that night at the party, and I pulled you closer, you kissed me, and we held each other through the night. Most people would consider that outrageous that we’d do that after knowing each other for one day, and say that we were just physically attracted to one another. But anyone who says that with any degree of certainty is a fool. You kissed me and allowed me to hold you because you wanted to, because your feelings confirmed that you were ready for that stage, not for validation from me or others. You never needed others’ approval. When I saw you that night, and we made love for the first time, it was not to confirm our relationship or to win anyone over. You did it because you wanted to, because it felt right. Because, deep in our hearts, we both knew if not each other, then no one else will do.
You make me more aware of the beauty in the world. You make me want to be better than I am. I love you, in a million ways I can’t even begin to convey.
— Seizar
