Dear you,

Yes you, you know who I'm talking about. I just want to say that I enjoyed spending this holiday season with you this year. It was amazing, almost the same as when I was younger. Thanks for everything, the days we went shopping together, the time we spent talking while sipping hot chocolate, skating at the ice ring, meeting up with friends and family, it truly felt like old times.

I just have to say one thing though... I'm not afraid of who I am... I've accepted it and it's a part of my life, it’s a part of me. I wish you wouldn't brush me off when I'm trying to tell people about me, about what I do and most importantly about who I love.

I don't understand... are you afraid of how they will treat me? Or how they will treat you?

It's ok that I'm different; I'm okay with being different... why aren't you okay with me being different? Everything is fine and dandy until the subject pops up... I just wish that you would accept all of me, not just a part of me. I'm the same regardless of whom I love. It doesn't change who I am or who I've become. If anything, it's made me stronger, helped me to understand adversity better, and it's definitely made me whole again.

I don't want to hide from you; I miss the days where I could call you after having a bad day or better yet a good day. I miss driving to see you during the weekends or when I have free time, I miss not having to watch what I say around you and most importantly I miss “us” the relationship we had before. I know that it can never be the same but I am willing to work at it and I’ve been waiting in the middle for quite some time now.

You say one thing, your eyes say another, I’m not naive, and I know that you don’t understand, that you don’t get it. Maybe part of you doesn’t want to understand and part of you doesn’t want to get it. There is nothing I can do to make you understand or make this easier for you but you don’t have to get it or fully understand it to love me and not judge me. I don’t think I’m asking for much when I ask that you do more than just tolerate me. I can’t force you but I will wait patiently in hope that one day you will accept all of me for who I am, not just part of me.

It’s possible that we’re afraid not because of what we know but because of what we don’t know. But if we never try… we will never know.