Dear All Sufferers,
When dementia and cancer began to take their final hold of my father in his final months, I would visit him everyday, without fail, for hours on end, sometimes through the night. People would ask me "Why do you go see him everyday, he doesn't even know who you are anymore?" I would ponder, take a deep breath, and reply, "Because, I know who I am."
I have been thinking about you, and it makes me smile. I have begun speaking with a counsellor to better understand my needs in a relationship, and to begin to come to an understanding of what yours might be, too. I want you to know you are not alone, and I am here to earn your trust. :)
We haven't spoken for a few days, so I do not want to be presumptuous to know or understand what you are thinking. I don't want to lose respect in your eyes because it may seem absurd to you that I appear to be putting so much effort into "you" after a seemingly short period of time.
I am acutely aware of what I bring to the table in both the context of a relationship, and society as a whole. My notions of self-worth and confidence come from my strong moral compass, patience, integrity, compassion, empathy, creative and financial success, and devilishly good looks. I am also a very good cook. :)
I hope the level of respect I can earn from you is greater than for someone incapable of displaying these attributes in times of difficulty, and I hope to continue to be able to grown and learn to respect your needs and boundaries, too.
I have spent some time reading some of our past emails. They make me smile and feel good. I see such warmth, adoration, and joy in them. I once told you I thank the stars everyday that I met you. That sentiment hasn't changed.
It is more courageous to create something than to destroy it, and I'm not done creating (new memories) with you just yet. :)
I am hoping in the future your need for space and spending time with me not be mutually exclusive, however redundant that may seem on a surface level. I believe you have found peace, comfort, and kindness in past moments with me (and I with you) and I hope you'll be able, we'll be able to, find them again.
"Why are you wasting so much of your time on someone you have only known for a relatively brief period, you don't even really know her", they'll say.
I'll ponder, take a deep breath, and simply reply, "Because, I know who I am."