Hey babe,

I feel weird referring to you as my boyfriend, because you are so much more than that. The word "boyfriend" implies that you're just someone I plan on being with for a short amount of time and then moving on, which is just not the case. You are my sidekick, my late-night Netflix binge partner, my dinner date and my rock.

That doesn't mean all of that cliche teenage angst BS that "I can never live without you," or "I don't know who I am without you." It means that yes, I can be happy by myself, but that happiness is multiplied by about a million because I have you.

You are always the first person I want to tell things to; you're one person on this Earth that I can completely bare my soul to without worrying about what you'll think. You are slowly helping me break down these walls that I thought I needed to build long ago, and I thank you for it. You have been my saving grace when it comes to my mental health, and I honestly don't know what kind of shape I'd be in without you. I know that no matter what, you want me to be happy and successful, so you'll do anything to help me get there. I hope you know that I'd do the same for you.

Please know that I'd do anything to help you, no matter the situation. Need some medicine and soup when you're sick? I'll be there in 10. Want help studying for a huge test? I'm on my way with notecards and snacks. Need to go on the run and get out of the country fast after blowing up the bathroom at WalMart? Mexico awaits, just let me grab my passport and some extra toilet paper.

Obviously that last one was a joke; they'd be expecting us to run to Mexico. But please don't underestimate the lengths I would go to for you. I think you already know that, though.

The fact is, you are my person. You are the one I instantly feel calm when I'm around. No matter how bad a situation is, whether we're waiting in the ER to see if my nose is broken or just waiting for pizza, I know everything is going to be alright because you are there. I'm at the point in my life when home is no longer a place, but a person: You.

Thank you, from the tips of my toes to the strands of my hair that I shed all over your clothes when I give you a hug. Thank you for putting up with my unyieldingly whirly mind when I can't sleep, for being the one who's always down for a Taco Bell run, for watching Golden Girls with me for hours on end, for not judging me when my farts smell worse than yours, and for being my human anti-depressant. You are the best person God ever could have paired me with, and I really couldn't imagine anyone better.

Love,

Your Person