You're beautiful, and I hate it. You're sarcastic, witty, hilariously funny, you're immature, you're inconsiderate, you're the kindest person I ever met, you're spontaneous, cynical, infuriating, you're ridiculously stupid, painfully intelligent... and I have never loved anyone more in my life. Thank you. Thank you for appearing in my life, a burning-bright beacon, just when I thought I was about to slip down and drown in a sea of inky black. Thank you for driving me insane, and helping to make me a better poet and a better person. Thank you for balancing me out - cynisism-optimism, good and bad, moral and... not so much. Thank you for... god, thankyou for being yourself. Thank you, J. I love you. x o x o h