Hey there, good lookin'. Just want to say thank you for making these last four years nothing less than magical. That's right. All the heavy discussions, all the late nights, the heartaches, and headaches. Magical. Let me tell you why.

You have always insisted on building me up, no matter how hard I fought it, being content in the state I was in. Yeah, I'm looking at you, gym and college. Yet, you have always made me feel like I am enough as I am. You create a confidence in me that I had never known. My whole life was built upon the notion that I had to be a certain type of person to be viewed as desirable. I had to be a certain weight, I had to have a certain style, I had to have a certain behavior. I had to be unacheivable to be desirable. The day we met, I was anything but any of those things. Frizzy hair, sweater paired with a skirt, and so shy that the first time we met, we never actually spoke. And with a quick jump into our future, you can attest to how annoyingly talkative I am these days. You did that. Your kind words and loving support did that. And I am forever grateful.

Now, I know you don't like to talk about it, and I think you tune me out when I bring it up, but our breakup was the defining moment of our relationship. We had been miserable. We were being petty and finding fault in everything the other did. We knew we loved each other, but we knew something had to give. What I never told you is that as much as our breakup tore me apart, it also lifted a weight off of my shoulders. I could breath again, albeit painfully. I sobbed for weeks, but it put the fire back in my faith. I hated every day, but I rebuilt friendships. I was brought down to my knees in my misery, but I was able to experience things I never could with you. And when you told me you wanted to try again, I had confidence in my voice and told you that if you were going to put me through that hell again, you better make it worthwhile.

Truth be told, I knew from the start that we would be okay. Every bit of it. From the first time we played church hookey at the mall and you struggled to cover up that muffled "I love you", through the "I can't do this anymore", and to the times now, in the late hours of the day, where we lay in bed, and ponder the state of the world. It's nice to be able to do this life thing with my best friend. I guess they were right when they told me "you'll know it when you meet him". Because I have never felt this fire for anyone else in my life. And I hope I never will.