Don't forget.

July 8th.

You can never forget that the little things count.
Someone put that in perspective for me recently.


For all the times I've come over announced or unannounced; drunk. Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for sweeping me off my feet and whisking me to bed when I was struggling to even keep myself up straight. Thank you for the reassurance that you'll be there for me when I felt sick. Thank you for the reassurance that you'd still be there after I felt sick. Thank you.

You deserve better. Better than me. Whose only memories you'll have was a drunk girl who enjoyed partying a little more than she should have.

I can clearly see how I acted when i was with you.

Thank you for teaching me to be different. Thank you for allowing me to learn on my own to be different.

Thank you for everything.