Things have been set right side up since then of course, but I do not believe I will ever be the same, and I owe you my gratitude:
You have been my friend, my (not so secret) crush, my one true love, and now, you are my family.
I cannot give any other person the credit for the things you have taught me. Simply by being in my life you have inspired me to love. You have shown me how to listen, and encouraged me to seek adventure. You have awoken my creativity and nurtured the child that I buried deep inside me years ago.
You have brought out the best in me, and dared tempt the worst in me, and yet none of it has been too much for you. You have seen me through my worst period of sickness, and almost singlehandedly nursed me back to health. You have loved me through carefree days and through catastrophe.
You have been there for me. Every day, any day, whenever I needed you. You have been a friend, to cry to or to talk for hours. You have been a lover to hold me when I am weak. You have been my partner in everything; supporting me, encouraging me and loving me in exactly the ways I need it.
And you deserve some damn recognition for that.
So, thank you. I cannot express how much you have given me, or the sheer number of things I have discovered within myself because of you. All I can say is thank you.
And that I never understood why people told me that you only truly love once.
Until I met you.