One of the fondest memories I have of us happened somewhat recently. The night we spent together in a hotel room, about 7 AM. You came back from the bathroom and I don't know if you knew I was asleep, but you wrapped your arms around me and I had never felt so comfortable. Your actions speak so loudly to me and because of them I know you love me. From when every-time I would cry, you would be there to comfort me. From when I didn't answer your many calls and you showed up to my house. From making sure that when we went out to eat, I had something I could eat. From that night in the hotel when you curled up into me. It's the little things you do that prove those three words.

You've changed me. I now know to speak up when I have a problem instead of wait for you to get a hint. I know not to over-analyze text messages. I now take chances because if it involves you, it's worth it to me.

I love you so much. I want to wake up next to you again. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes, but it's more than worth all the pain.