They say a drunk man's talk is a sober man's thoughts. Frankly, there is some truth to that; but drunkenness has a way of muddying meaning. When I said I loved you I meant it. However what I meant by it was just what you think, and so much more. I love you not just physically, mentally, spiritually, but on an emotionally dependent level. You have a way of getting me high. Higher than any inebriation can or ever could. I love you for being my friend. For believing in what I believe in on my behalf. And, most importantly, for not shunning me for my flaws. For all you do for me without even really trying, I should kneel at your feet at the sight of you, and thank whatever cosmic coincidence brought me before you. For you are walking, talking, breathing: Therapy. So, for the next time I'm too drunk to stand, and am throwing up as you hold my hair back: Know that afterwards when I kiss you, hug you, tell you I love you, even. Know now, Exactly what I mean.