validating feelings

There is a lover who is in love with me but as soon as she was my lover, she had doubts about our compatibility. In this case, she asked herself why I had a connection with her. Because she knew that I had interest in a lot of women, and I found my satisfaction easily without her. She missed some kind of validation for her existence, some kind of sign that would say that she was unique in my eyes. and more mportantly, that I needed her, that I was dependent on her. I said that I always despised the need for something. I was independent! And that gave me a sense of security. But I followed her train of thought and challenged myself to look for a new way in which I could view dependency. I had not refreshed the word dependency for a few years and it was time for an update. And what i found was remarkable: I always despised dependency because I had a certain alure towards it. I secretly liked it very much, but I stopped liking it when my body and mind chose very akward human beings to be dependent on. My father for instance. But now, I was in this relationship with this women who was healthy, clear, strong, passionate, reliable, sustainable, very soft; she completely and utterly accepted my journey through life and she was sexy as the devine goddes of love herself. In short, she was the perfect human to be dependent on. And I began to see that I could overcome my insecurities. I pride myself on the many faces, many persons that I could become with a great number of different people. And accordingly, I did not cling to a single face, or a person that I became, because I saw the importance of change. But she opened my eyes. Suddenly I could see that I loved the person I was when I was with her and maybe, just maybe, I could come closer to the truth of things: That there was an essence underneath all the masks that I wear, an essence that was afraid of validating her because she would see my love for dependency and use it against me. But I can easily say that I have connections with healthy women, who are tending to their own wounds and trauma's without even wanting to involve me. And that gives me all the peace that I need to validate the abundance of feelings that exist. So that we can easily fall in love with the fragility of our own human soul and celebrate it with honor, kindness and humour. She displayed a tenderness and enthusiasm that I just couldn't get enough of. Her kisses had the distinct taste of something I had been missing for a long time: Genuine desire and sincere affection.