…he made it a point
to point out (to me)
that i was loved. not only by him
but by so many others.
that in my life - i didn’t lack love or care or nourishment. in any capacity.
he used to worry that he was the only person feeding into me.
the only person caring for me. in any capacity.
[he knew]
(and because, at a point, i had a propensity for being tragic and dramatic (hush!) - i own that i was responsible for that.)
in “fairness” to my growth + development: i was blind.
(“…we as people take sight for granted.”)
…lacked the ability to comprehend any of this. at least in that particular time in our relationship.
i had [have?] a tendency to be distant
and removed. i had [have?] a tendency to lose sight
of what is going on around me
because there was [is?] always so much
going on inside me (and around me).
[“still”:]
he loved me. he allowed me space to love myself.
i allowed me to love him.
[peace to ntozake, fonny, and tish.]
all of this allowed me to be secure in the knowledge and understanding that:
…people love me. that people care for me.
that i matter.
he always provided space for me to remember that. to own that.
to love that.
so i could [continue to] love.