as it turns out, it wasn't just about making myself feel OK (or wanted or needed or desirable, or whatever). it turns out a large part of what I needed was for (him) just to know how much (he) meant to me; regardless of any circumstances. that I was better for having known him, even if I didn't exactly.
that it wasn't just attraction of a sex-sort (though that was definitely there from my end). that he allowed me to see my own soul. a glimmer of it. and somehow learn to open myself outward a bit. to trust another human being. it's hard to explain how any of this happened or even makes sense. but what matters is that it did happen. that I love him for it and always will (all attraction aside) as a person.
as someone who challenged me, made me laugh, made me smile, made me realize that I was missing out on a sense of enthusiasm for things. that I wasn't willing to admit to liking much of anything. that I'd forgotten how to hope or dream or even make a friend, beyond just the casual acquaintances.
that sometimes a soulmate (a thing which I never believed in before I knew him) is just another soul and not a future lover. just another human who cares too for some simple and remarkable reason.
all I really need out of this is just for him to know that
that my heart is
unwound and happy for it. that he was there for me.



