Care For Her
Dear Kari,
I hope that writing in here about my thoughts and feelings isn't harming you. I don't know what being you is like (you taught me some), but I'd love to know everything you'd permit me to.
I worry the most about the idea of you not getting help when you might need it. Of all the things you've done for me, is there any way you can redirect that energy into caring for yourself?
I won't interrupt you with mushy stuff anymore. I won't leave you. You don't have to perform for me or change things for me. Please don't worry about things I said when I was unknowingly in my super mean avoidant defense mode.
You can see that I still ♥️'d you so many months ago when you were kinda different, can't you?
I'm more afraid of you not being okay than I am at all of you hurting me somehow.
Please, Kari. :3
How much do you want to be with me? However much that is, I want you to care for yourself at least an equal amount.
In our phone chat, you said you wanted to make me sooooooo comfortable.
Do you still want to make me comfortable? I want to know that you're being taken care of. I want to know about your tummy and your other pain—hey, I don't expect you to tell me, but do you know what I mean? I need you to be good to yourself.
Please, baby. This is what I want. Please make me comfortable by making yourself comfortable.
This is all I can worry about tonight, and I don't know why.
Maybe a lot of this is new to you. It really is for me.
I'm okay, baby. You didn't leave me with any scars. Now I want you to be able to say the same. ♥️ I hope you're okay. I'm so happy to know you.
—Michael