When I first met you, I wanted to write you a love song. You are most of how I realized I was gay. I remember the weeks before I asked you out trying to see if you could possibly like me back.
I finally asked because you made me happy. It is hard to make me happy. But you do it effortlessly, as if the ability has been built into your soul.
I know that I am a difficult person to love, so thank you for loving me. For giving me a person to love, and teaching me to love myself.
When I feel alone in the world, you are always there. There for me when I need to talk or when I just need to lay with you.
When you are with me, there is nothing in the world but us.