For the tops
I know that I can be a handful. Stubborn, frustrating even. I give mixed signals at times. I tell you what I wish for you to do but then when you do it I react indignantly. I constantly change my mind about what I want and am maddeningly indecisive. You give me an inch and I want a mile. I push and push until I've gone far over the edge.
But I need you to push back. Sometimes I have to test that you're still with me. That this isn't just a silly thing all in my head. I know it's not easy for you to fight me. To watch me burn holes through that corner with my glare after you've told me to stand there. To hear me cry No more although my tearful eyes are pleading with you to go on.
I used to scoff when I heard "This hurts me more than it hurts you," but I believe that sometimes it does. I tease you endlessly and tell you how mean you are. But we both know that you are not. That can be our little secret. I know that you do this because you care. Because you want what is best for me. You follow through even when I'm kicking and screaming because you know I need you to.
I'm sorry that I can make it so hard. I do truly appreciate all that you do. Thank you for caring enough to push back. Thank you for making me stop and think sometimes. Thank you for giving me what I need, even when it's not what I want. Being a top is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Thank you for being that someone.