There's going to be a day eventually, where I just snap, and I tell you all the wonderful things I think of you.
How much I love every part of you and your life.
The life you grace me with the presence of .
How I love the blue in your eyes, and that old worn out earth green coat you wear during the winter time.
How you always seem to have to wear a hat, no matter how hot or cold it is, and how you used to wear the grey one so much that it became a part of your identity at work.
How your forehead wrinkles up when your eyebrows raise, as you take in your surroundings.
How you try to fix your hair to fit into your hat, and my god how I love your hair long.
I always have liked long hair on guys, but damn, you pull it off better than any of them ever have.
How you always seem to have a song either playing out loud, or playing in your head, and how sometimes I can catch you singing along.
And how it's so cute when you do.
How you are always there for me when I need it, and how you pulled me from the darkness that I was trapped in at that very awful time in my life.
You helped me eat when I couldn't even stomach the thought of eating ever again.
You helped me smile when I thought my face was going to be eternally a tear-stained mess, stuck in the shape of a frown.
How you can make me laugh in Just about any situation, and how you're the only one who really can.
How you make my soul happy, along with my heart, and my mind.
You make me shine.
Because you yourself are the f***ing sun.
You are my sunlight, my daybreak, my happiness.
You are my wish on every shooting star, every 11:11, every eyelash, every misplaced necklace hook, just like the one on your necklace, which is always flipping itself around and doing what it wants.
Just as you do what you want, and say what you feel.
You are so outspoken, and it thrills me that you can stand up for what you feel and what you believe in, even when life throws so many challenges at you.
So many terrible circumstances, some of which you have trusted me with the secrets of.
And my god, do I value that trust you have in me.
You are beautiful.
Perfectly imperfect.
Absolutely amazing to me.
You once said that smiles suit me, but maybe they only suit me because you're the one causing them.
And you may not know it yet.... But you are my idea of pure happiness.
I just wish you could see what I see in you, in yourself.
And oh how I wish that I had the courage to say this to you myself.
You are f***ing amazing to me.
You are sweet.
You are kind.
You are my favorite part of the day, when I get to see you or talk to you, and you give me life when I feel dead.
You are the greatest.