I struggled to accept the sincerity of those words. It's not his issue, it's mine. Years of rejection and abuse from intimate male figures--fathers, brothers--taught me that love does not come from men. The place in my heart reserved for receiving love from men had been filled in and painted over.
Lies. All lies. He said he loves you and he is excited to see you. This is what you need to hear, and you have no reason to doubt him.
And so I wrote back, "thank you." Only two words, but they allowed me to taste the possibility at the very core of boy-soul that I am indeed lovable and acceptable as a man, by another man.
Three words uttered; two words uttered back. The impact?
I was able to help 3 different people with their personal problems today, and still feel that I have more love to give.
I have never felt so full in my heart.