Sometimes I find it hard to live with myself and my neuroses. I hate myself and I want to give up talking to people because of what’s happening in my head.  

But then there’s someone who not only lives with my flaws, but carries me through them, teaches me to love myself and, in turn, love other people. 

Someone who is there for me when I need it, and simultaneously not there when I think I need it so I can learn independence. 

Someone who is funny, charismatic, incredibly handsome, and open. Someone who’s given me one of the best years of my life. 

Happy one year anniversary, you butt. <3