“This is how it works. I love the people in my life, and I do for my friends whatever they need me to do for them, again and again, as many times as is necessary. For example, in your case you always forgot who you are and how much you’re loved. So what I do for you as your friend is remind you who you are and tell you how much I love you. And this isn’t any kind of burden for me, because I love who you are very much. Every time I remind you, I get to remember with you, which is my pleasure.” — James Lecesne
I think of this often. When I think about this, I wonder about who I feel this for, who I have felt this for, and who I might feel this for. When I think about this, I think about who I don’t feel this for. And for who, I actually feel the opposite. It isn’t my pleasure to remind you of who you are, because you aren’t the kind of person with whom I enjoy remembering attributes.
I feel I should focus on the positive though, and that would be that there are a generous handful of people in my life for whom it is my pleasure to remember how wonderful they are and how much I love them. I would never mind having to remind those people that they are brave, and strong, and beautiful, and bright, and all of those things that they are, all on their own.
I imagine only those people that I think so highly of actually look at my blog, so to all of you, I love you.