On one of our last phone calls today, the last thing I said was that I trusted you. I’ve been thinking about exactly what that meant. I think it came across as, “I trust you not to hurt me.” In a pinch, I think that’s a fair enough approximation of what I meant, but it’s not 100% accurate.

To be 100% accurate, I need to explain that I really meant two distinct but not entirely separate things. First, I meant that I trust my own judgment about what is going on between you and me. Second, I meant that I love you and how you navigate things with thoughtfulness and kindness.

These two things—my confidence in my own judgment about you and my love for you as you are—-are really what I am saying when I say that I trust you. In other words, I trust me to love you. I hope that makes sense. I’ve never really thought about it in those terms, but I think it’s what I mean when I say that I trust a person. And I trust you.

I trust you because I love you and I trust me in allowing for that love to happen.

You are the finest, sweetest man. I adore you. I love you so very, very much. I feel you loving me back. I love feeling your love wash over me as I go to sleep…no matter where I am.