It was a brutal week for me and while typically I can easily spot the silver lining, I was finding it really hard to develop the negative into a positive picture. You brought me back to a place of calm despite the storm and practically spoon fed me poutine because you know that somehow that gravy-laden magnificence can make everything right in the world again.
We were both utterly exhausted (you were probably more so than I) but you stuck to our plans because you knew how much it meant to me.
You squealed with delight right along with me when I landed that gig.
You reminded me to keep going even when all I wanted to do was bury myself under the sheets, admit defeat and never try again. You reminded me that all the effort was worth it and that I was a better person because I put myself out there. You reminded me that you would love me all the same and I could see it in your eyes that you really, really meant it.
We danced like our lives counted on it and walked home arm in arm in the early morning sun.
You think I’m hilarious and witty and kind and brave. (I love that you see the very qualities I appreciate about you in me).
We cried together.
We prayed together.
We meditated together.
(All of which make you kinda uncomfortable but you did ’em anyway).
You always get the most thoughtful gifts.
You were straight-up when I asked for your opinion. You knew what was best for me and often know me better than I know myself. Gently shaking me out of my self-denial you unfailingly deliver the truth with kindness and respect.
You forgave me when I found it impossible to forgive myself.
We don’t always agree or see eye-to-eye but that doesn’t stop you from supporting me because you love me for exactly who I am.
And you. My dear friend, you. I wouldn’t be the person I am today had it not been for you – had you not been a part of my life to remind me of everything that is good and pure and simply fabulous in the world. And for all this and so much more, I fucking love you.
xo
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