You know that my idea of a perfect time is snuggling under blankets engrossed in a book while silently sipping on some loose leaf green tea.
You understand my mind and the thoughts that are housed in there. You challenge those thoughts sometimes but never to make me feel small.
You help me grow.
You compliment my humour and never seem to miss out on a "that's what she said" moment.
It never seemed strange to you that I talk about the people in my life whom I've never met but have shared a connection with for years now.
You like that I have creative outlets. Whether it be through my journals or my blog or my twitter. Or my drawings. You smile when you see me reaching out for one. You know it's something I can't contain. Something that I need to let out to make room for more.
You see me when I refuse to see myself. You always hold me up to the light.
You love me for me and wouldn't have it any other way.
