Love letter # 587
In your presence I know who I am; not because you wield magic but because you give me permission. You create space with your acceptance, of yourself and, by extension, of me. Yours is the love that allows, and in that gracious latitude I stretch out, to touch you, and be embraced in return.
I thank you for your freely given tenderness. More than that, for letting me offer the same to you – for it is frequently harder to carry the love we are offered than to give of the love we bear.