How do you thank someone for being your strength? How do you thank someone for loving you at your most unlovable? Is there a way for me to show you how much I appreciate you? How grateful I am that you came into my life? Is there a way that I can show you how much you mean to me? I love you more than you can imagine, I love you more than I believed I ever could love someone. I love you for loving me, when I believed that I was not worthy of your love.

Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. When I couldn’t see myself clearly, you did that for me. You saw my strength, when I believed I’d lost it. You saw my flaws and you still loved them. You saw my broken soul and healed it with your love. You saw me, the real me, and you still fell in love with me. When I didn’t know how to love myself, you loved me for both of us.

Thank you for loving me when my demons were pinning me to the floor. When I couldn’t fight them, when I couldn’t chase away depression, you were holding me tight with your hands. When I was freezing to death in the prison of my own mind, your body was keeping me warm. When I couldn’t breathe in, because the demons were weighing me down, you were the only air I needed. When I believed that I was better off gone, you showed me that I had something worth fighting for. That I had you.

Thank you for bringing out the best in me. When I feel like giving up, you push me to keep on going. When I don’t think I can make it, you show me that I can. You show me that you believe in me. So, thank you for showing me parts of me that I believed I’d lost long ago. For showing me my strength and passion and the fire in my eyes. And thank you for wanting to play with them.

Thank you for loving me every day. For falling in love with me every morning. It takes a special kind of man to look at me, still drooling while asleep and think, “Heavens, I’m one lucky bastard.” It takes a really special kind of man to make me feel beautiful when I’m sick and feel like dying. It takes a special kind of man to make me feel like a miracle, when I feel like a curse. Thank you for being my special man. For bringing the light to my darkness. For being the milk to my dark coffee and the Coke to my rum. Thank you for being my other half, for completing me in ways I never thought I needed to be completed. For showing me that love is so much more than feeling butterflies in my stomach and feeling it only on good days. For showing me that true love really means for better or worse.

Thank you. For being you. For being the man who shook my world to the core and still held me in place. For being the man who frightened and calmed me at the same time. For bringing out the best in me and loving me at my worst. For loving me even when I showed you my naked soul, when I showed you my strongest fears and deepest scars. When I showed you my past, you showed me that I was much more than that. You showed me that I’m so much more than bad decisions and a bruised soul. That there’s beauty behind these walls. That I’m still worthy.