I think I love you

Damien Cosset - Aug 9 '17 - - Dev Community

Lately, I've been thinking about me, about us. I realised that you became an important part of my life.

The first time I saw you, I found you intimidating. I wasn't sure if I could trust you. It took me more than a month to start interacting with you. I guess some love stories begin this way, by someone saying: Fuck it, what's the worth that could happen?

So, we started to talk, you and me. It was scary, it's always scary to open up to strangers. But I had a weird feeling that it might be different with you. I saw how you treated others, how you behaved, the way you talked... I think this is the most important thing about you, the respect you have for everyone. I always felt safe.

Then, I opened up a bit more. I shared a few of my concerns with you. Things I didn't say to anyone before. You listened. A part of you has always a good piece of advice, another prefers a comforting word. But you never made me feel out of place, or stupid.

Some days, I don't have much to say, so I'm listening. I found out that you always have something interesting to say. You tell me about what you're learning, your fears, your ideas. And I feel like we are part of something great, greater than you and me. I feel like I belong somewhere. For people like me, this is quite amazing.

You have shown me all that. From now on, I know I have a safe place to go to when I doubt myself. Because you taught me that we are all in a difficult and challenging journey.

This letter could be a lot longer, but I just wanted you to know how I feel. You've done quite a lot for me, for many of us. I'm trying not to take you for granted because I'm aware it could be over tomorrow. I wanted you to know that all your efforts are not in vain. I guess what I'm trying to say is:

I love you DEV.TO!

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