I want to know exactly what makes you tick, I want to know your problems. I want to know what days you`re waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I want to know how many pillows you sleep with. I want to know why you sleep with a window open. I want to know if I`m ever needed, if I`m good enough to keep you warm at night time. I want to know if I even have a chance anymore. I want to know everything about you, whether it be fact or fiction. I want to know your past, your future, your inbetweens. Your favorite colors, your phobias, everything.

Let’s set the record straight. No one makes me smile like you. 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.