Dear Mark

Almost 13 years ago, I made you a promise. A vow. I did it unknowingly, but because I wanted to. Maybe I was too young. Certainly, I knew little about myself, less about you. Yet I had something to offer: blind faith.

I knew you were it for me.

Don’t ask me how I knew. It was intuition.

I like the version of myself that I am with you. I’ve been so confident that I never even glanced at any other versions until this year.

Now you know that there are other versions. Some of them are cool. I hope that I can manage to piece some of them together with the original. I hope that you will love the sexy, smart, funny, mischievous parts of me even more than the kind, gentle, helpful ones.

Because I’m all yours.

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