For teaching me how to walk in high heels…because I loved you, and wanted to be the flawless ying to your yang.
For NOT painting my picture and posting it in the museum. For seeing it in more than just black and white…even if I do…
For popping up and showing your face…and sampling my spaghetti…and makin the butterflies flutter around in my tummy.
For understanding that to lose me is to gain me.
For MAKING me read…and LETTING me love Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales.
For…laughing at my jokes that aren’t really jokes…that’s really how it happened, I promise.
For…not letting me sleep alone all the time…for letting me watch you sleep…for…kissing me when I’m talking too much.
For…saving me from myself…and HIM…his lies and my beliefs.
For showing me you could lie too…and bracing me not for pain…but for true happiness.
For meeting me “Through a friend” But not acting like it.
For singing every song I ever wanted to hear.
For telling me I have a beautiful smile…when there would be no smile if there were no you.
*Smiling* STILL happy. I’d say for how long, but…I’d hate to be counting the days…by Saturdays… 
I’d hate to say for how long cause I’d hate to foil anyone’s plans, or hurt anyone’s pride…cause if I say for how long, then I gotta say how long. How. Long. It’s been. It’s. Been. Been. Won’t be. Won’t, be…
