You Make Me Happy
You know what I like about us? There’s no bullshit. There’s none of that stupid strategizing, none of that ridiculous drama.
How did I get so lucky? If it wasn’t for you, I think I would be kind of miserable right now. You keep me down to earth, and remind me that someone gives a shit. Daily. You keep me from sinking into a deep pit of wallowing self-pity, pathetic as that is.
You just… make me really really happy. And you don’t even realize it.
You know what it is? You’re real. Or at least… you seem like it to me. I can’t really explain it… just… you are.
You don’t seem to be like them. Like those people that… even as I call them friends… make me feel like shit sometimes. That’s not you. You never make me feel bad. Ever.
I am so glad you’re in my life. SO so glad.
And I want to make you as happy as you make me.