The thing is you make me happy. You walked in when it seemed like the rest of the world walked out. You were there. You are there. I never need to pretend when I’m around you, when I’m talking to you, when I’m with you. You’re hilarious; you make me laugh, like, all the time. You seem to pick up that something’s wrong before anyone else does. And you know exactly what to say to make it all okay, and even if it’s only for a little while, it helps. The thing is I love you. Thank you, for everything.