Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
Newsflash from way back in 2009: Warning, warning. There is nothing even remotely sexy or desirable about me.
See, it’s times like these that I actually wish you were hear. I’m not needing you to defend my honor or anything – I, obviously, am capable of doing those sorts of things for myself – but just to see your face in reaction to some of the things people say. Depending on who you are, I’m pretty sure we’re going to get a few stares in our direction; you’re not a very private person, are you? That could most definitely be a problem, Sweetpea.
What made you fall in love with me? I’d really like to know because apparently, to some people, my disability makes me very undesirable. I’m talking run-in-the-other-direction-screaming undesirable. If I’m so unattractive, what exactly did make you fall in love with me?
So I’m thinking I got you to marry me either one or all of the following ways:
*Charmed the pants off you (in a metaphorical way, of course).
*Paid an obscene amount of money in one of those bachelor auctions.
*Do they still have mail-order husband wherever you are?
Now of course I know those are completely illogical reasons and not the reasons you’ll fall in love with me, but lately, people I don’t even know have been making me feel like that. And as mad as I am at their ignorance and downright rudeness, I’m even madder at myself that I even let their dumb opinions cut me so deep.
Why is it that a disability can turn people into ugly, evil monsters? Is it really such an uncomfortable thing? I know you don’t think so, and believe me, I am very grateful for that.
On a related note, I am looking forward to falling in love with you…your charm…your sense of humor (I hope it’s a bit quirky)…your laugh…your tenderness…your sensitivity…your sexy brain…your sexy brain…oh and of course…your sexy brain.
Until we meet…
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