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A simple "thank you"

  When he first thanked me for hanging out with him, I wasn't sure how to take it. I had never been thanked before in such an odd manner. Why would someone thank me for being in their presence? Why would some one say something that automatically puts me at a higher level?
  When I was younger, my parents taught me the authenticity of gratitude. We were thankful children. I believe that if you asked my parents they would agree. Still, to this day, when someone: me, my mom, or my dad makes food...we say thank you. It is the first thing we say as we finish our first bite.
  But to have someone thank me for hanging out with them? This was a change. And then...when I would say thank you for something as simple as thanking him for asking about my day I would receive a "you're welcome." Huh. Odd. But, it became a thing with him. First it was a, "Thank you for hanging out with me." Then it was a, "Thank you for spending time with me." Till it became a, "Thank you for being my girlfriend." That one always threw me for a loop!
  What kind of person tells someone, and often at that, that they are thankful you chose them? White boy. That's who. Is it a product of his raising? Is it a reflection of his integrity? Is it a part of his character?
  Wanna know the sad part? I used to resent it. I would resent it so much that I would hate him thanking me. I would cringe on the inside; however, I knew one day I would want him too so I internally begged him to keep thanking me until the day that I was able to accept it. See, it was never him. It was me. I couldn't grasp the fact that someone would thank me for being with them...for choosing them.
  Then one day it was, "Thank you for loving me." And that one I don't think I will get used to. I hope I never do. I hope I always hear someone thank me for loving them. And even so he has taught me that to be thankful for another soul that wants to dance with mine is something that I should express and voice as often as I can. So to his gratitude I give mine. Thank you, white boy. For being you. For giving of yourself. For choosing me. For loving me...thank you. I am truly blessed.

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