((I will do that then.))
Good god, where to start. I love you. I love you so much, it’s incredible. Ridiculous, even. I absolutely, 100% adore you, and I’m so glad you lasted through those first few days of utter insanity to become the person you are to me now.
I’m so glad for your incredibly loving and caring heart. I thank you for helping parent our ridiculous amount of kids. I can’t believe how incredible you are for being the dad you are, and reaching out even when people refuse you.
Thanks a million, Karkat.
God, how do I even put this on paper?!
I love you. I love you so much. You’re absolutely fucking phenomenal, and I love you. I am so ridiculously glad that I decided to take the leap and click on someone’s response to a read-more, reading about some random John’s problems, and then decide to anon and ask him about them. I wouldn’t be here typing this letter otherwise. You’ve made such an impact on my life, and for that I can’t thank you enough.
I absolutely adore you, John. I’m not leaving ever. Thank you for being here, and for being mine.
Dear auspice (because I have one now, hahahaha.):
Dude, seriously. I love you, you’re great.
I think you’re seriously fucking fantastic. You make me pretty damn happy, as a matter of fact, and I really do love you. I think you’re pretty great for being willing to stand up and yell at me when I’m doing something incredibly stupid.
I’m glad you’re around, Dave. Thanks.