Dear Jellybean,
I broke down and watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
over the weekend. I vowed I'd never see the movie, seeing as I just
don't understand all the damn hype about Brad Pitt (he probably doesn't
hold a candle to your cuteness), but, like all things pop culture, I
just had to give in.
The movie was good, but the message
underneath all the Brad Pitt "eye candy" really struck a nerve with me.
At one point in the film, the love of his life (played by another one of
my least faves, Cate Blanchett), questions how he could love her when
she's so old and wrinkly.
His reply? "Not on the inside,"
meaning he saw beneath the layered surface, beyond those
superficialities, beyond the physical body, beyond everything that,
frankly, didn't matter in the end. Isn't that ultimately what everyone
wants in the end? Not just to hear those words, but to know the person
speaking them means every ounce of it?
I know you mean it; heck,
you wouldn't be my husband if you didn't, that's for sure. But I just
wonder - too often, probably - how long it's going to take me to find
you. All I ever want is for someone to see me without seeing me. Does
that make any sense? Yes, I want someone to look at me, but I don't want
them to be repulsed, horrified or otherwise afraid of my inner package.
I suppose I am somewhat vulnerable when it comes to showing people my
scars, afraid of what they will think, afraid I'm some sort of reject. So why can't people see me for who I am beyond all that stuff?
Maybe they do, and I just don't notice. Or maybe part of me simply
doesn't want to notice because they would mean making myself vulnerable.
I'm sure you learned early on just how much I thrive on being in
control. Who knows, maybe it was one of the things that first attracted
you into my web.
I guess at the end of the day, the question
always is: If I want to truly love someone - and that involves seeing
into their soul - why does it seem like that's such a hard thing for men
to do for me? And, what made you any different from the rest of them?
I must admit, I'm getting more and more anxious to find out the answers.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
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