I hope it's true what you tell me about loving me. Somewhere deep down I know it is, but there's this little part of me always saying "she's just going through a phase. she'll sober up soon." I hope it's all true. Because I love you with everything that I am. When my dad told me how he loved me, I heard his own words coming out of my mouth to you. It's exactly how I feel about you. You make the world so much cheerier, and you make me want to be fully awake for every moment of this beautiful life.

Sometimes when something makes me unsettled I think about your smile. If I'm really lucky I can just glance at a picture of you and it brings back everything that's wonderful in the world. It's real love, with nothing else. Before I fell in love with you, I hated long distance relationships. I hated blogging. I hated it when kids would "save themselves" for their girlfriend or boyfriend however many miles away. And ya know, most kids who do that are probably twats, and most blogs are probably twatish too, but you've brought out something in me I didn't know I had. You've made me so much more pure, and so much fucking happier.

Thank you for absolutely everything.