Thank you

I was never very gifted with words. I keep fooling myself, saying I'm really really smart and that my mind is one of those blessed ones that can say exactly what they want to say and be understood accordingly, but more often than not something happens and slaps me back to my senses so fast that I hurt myself during the fall. I am not. I know exactly what I think of things, but hardly ever am I able to make people see things the way I see them. And it's not their fault, it's mine and mine alone. I keep saying the wrong things, at the wrong times, in the most inappropriate occasions and situations you can think of. I try to explain, I try to say that this is just an impression people have of me, that I'm not really that much, but they don't seem to get it. They'd rather put me up saying I'm all those things they think I am, trying to make me feel good about myself. Everyone tries to convince me that I'm something I'm trying to convince people that I'm not.

Everyone except you. You made me see things the way they are. You made me see that I'm not really that much, and you didn't do it in a bad way. You didn't slap me back to my senses, you kissed me and hugged me and loved me back to my senses, and I love you for it. For that and for a million other reasons, I love you. More than you could possibly imagine. Thank you.

And unbelievably enough, I feel better now. Probably because when I finally realized how much I'm really capable of, and how much I've really done for me and for others, I don't look half as bad as I thought I did. I'm not so far from living up to others' expecations (and mainly to my own) as I thought I was. And it made my life totally different, and totally new, for one single final conclusion: I can get there. The distance between the real me and the other me people see when they look at me is not astronomical. It's feasible, it's treadable, it's walkable.

Thank you. Thanks a million, thanks a bunch, thanks for everything. And I mean the 'everything' part.