I am thankful for these men who gave me pieces of themselves, even if it was just short spurts of what they could afford to give. I learned about forgiving and letting go. They taught me about love in all of it sizes and shapes, about people and their strengths and short comings and not to beat them or myself up too much for the times we trip up. Through these men, I learned what I wanted and didn’t want in a future, serious mate things I would have never even considered until they showed me. To be real with people because that’s what people deserve.
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I learned to assert myself, ask for what I wanted, and finally learned to say no. That I could keep my vulnerable, tender heart, but I could also be strong. They eventually taught me I was unbreakable, that there was a part of my heart I had welded together with titanium. They made me feel alive and they emptied me. They let me unleash my sexuality and encouraged me to explore it. So that when they said, “God, you’re beautiful,” I could stop looking away giggling and start saying “thank you” and “I know.” They fed me the things I needed to fuel myself. That I could walk around with confidence because I should like the body and mind and heart I have-that just the way I have preferences, men could have preferences too but that didn’t make me any less. Really, I was just a mess of insecurities and splintered bones.īut slowly, through the kisses on my neck, the hands on my breasts, the whispered compliments, the thirsty smiles, it began to occur to me that I was, in fact, beautiful.
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Jason drank me in when he opened the door and stepped aside with a friendly smile so I could come in.
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