Vincent, I know sometimes you come here and read some posts. I thought maybe you would believe these words in English because it is so hard for you to hear them in French.
Vincent I love you. I admire your courage and all your qualities. I love you when you smile, when you listen to me, when you do all these sweet stuff for me. I love you for your bright ideas, for your gentleman like manners, for your shiness. You are so caring and so giving when you are truly yourself.
I am impressed with all your tremendous progress lately. I feel for you, for your pains. I know it is so hard to finally accept that you were a victim too. I understand your anger against your mother. I hate her so much for what she has done. I want to scream with you and I want to hold you tight. I want to give you so much love and tenderness that my heart aches.
Vincent I am still here for you. I love you and I want to be with you. Please don't push me away.
I am not perfect but I can be patient and loving even if sometimes I don't really know what to do or how to be with you. I will not let you down, even if you want to go slow or start again.
I know you don't like it when I tell you I trust you but I do. I trust you because I know who you are truly inside.
Vincent, je t'aime........
Mitakuye oyasin ! We are all related !