I knew that love could not be ultimate. But when I sat there with you, exposing the many things I could not do, and when you held my hand telling me you'd be here for whatever I could offer, I must be honest, I stopped disbelieving for a moment. It is not to say that I found infinite comfort and measurement in the chaos and complexities of what we shared, but I started to believe that I could be loved and valued even in my existential failures.