Good evening. I won't waste your time or mine. After all, you do like to cut to the chase. I'm writing to respectfully and humbly ask for a chance to stand under your awe-inspiring shadow. I realize that you are pretty much the Queen, and that no one reigns bigger, better, or more demanding than you, but still, I dare to test my soul within your complicated maze. If I fail miserably so be it. All I want is a chance.
No...I don't seek fame. I don't seek to be a star or the richest bitch shopping on 5th Avenue. I hope to play in Central Park with M not live next to it. I leave those dreams for others. Mine simply aren't grandiose. They never have been. I merely crave a chance to build a life with my M. A chance to help and stand next to Him as he reaches for His dreams. A chance to find and build a place for myself in this world in your presence. A chance to succeed.
Will you grant me that? Will you accept me enough to give me those opportunities?
I know compared to all those brilliant, radiant gems that dance on your stages and litter your streets that I'm not much. But I have a loyal pure heart that can put damn near everyone to shame. I've lost so fucking much but I'm a survivor, a strong persistent bitch. I'm a fighter. And at times I even kickass. But most of all, I don't give up. I will bleed out for what I believe in, and I fucking believe in Him. In Us.
Since my first steps on your rumbling pavement, I've been told I belong, and every time I return I feel more and more like I've found home and where I was meant to thrive. But you have yet to grant me entrance. My hands are battered and bruised from pounding on your gate. What must I do? What must I say? If I need to prove my worth, tell me the damn task! I will take it on and prove to you that I deserve a small tiny corner of your time and space.
I can't lie. You do intimidate me, but I've never let fear stand in my way of reaching for love, and I love that Man more than anyone or anything. He gave me hope. He offered me my destiny, but I need your favor if I am truly ever to fulfill my place at His side. Will you give me a chance?
If I'm destine to fail miserably, then let me fail. I will tuck my crushed tail between my legs and crawl back to this quiet sleepy town and let my hope die. But I deserve a chance for happiness. M and I deserve an opportunity to be everything we could be and help you shine just a little bit brighter for our efforts.
So what do you say Lady NYC? Are you willing to take a chance on me? I promise you, anyone brave enough to spend time with me has never regretted having me in their lives. They merely regretted that my time with them wasn't longer. Give me a chance to add flavor, color, and depth to your soul in a way few can match. I promise. You won't be sorry.
Sincerely,
~K.
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