now that it’s done
now that it’s all gone wrong
now that it’s all gone so horribly well…
- the jim yoshi pile-up
of all people, i never thought writing to you would be so difficult.
how do i say what hasn’t been said a million times before? meeting you has thrown my life into a spiral of ecstasy, anger, happiness, and utter desperation. and when i’m not ripping my hair out of my damn head because you drive me absolutely bat-shit crazy, i’m embracing how lucky i am to actually have you in my life.
i could never thank you enough for being the person you are. i’m so grateful to have someone in my life who is willing to get out of bed in the morning to walk down the street to bring me breakfast when i’m too hung over to contemplate putting pants on. someone who is willing to buy me ice packs (and dr. pepper) when i bruise my butt so bad i can’t walk. someone who doesn’t get mad when i eat all his doritos (i’m cute?). someone who finds out which bus i’m on so he can bring me booster juice on my way home from work. someone who shows up at my house when i need a shoulder to cry on, and then let’s me cry (and cry, and cry, and cry). someone who will listen to all my terrible whining, and stick around through my all-time lows. someone who will never judge me or like me for anything but me. someone who will get out of bed at 4 in the morning when an ambulance is in front of my house and hold me because i’m scared. someone who will stay the night, and take care of my cat when i’m not at home. someone who will mop up pints of blood from my living room floor (thank you x a million). someone who will rub my back to sleep when i’m anxious. someone who is willing to acknowledge when he’s wrong, and be mature enough to at least try and be better. someone who knows me well enough to know to get me an elvis birthday card. someone who knows how i take my tea (venti orange blossom 1 tea bag, please). someone who remembers i drink allen’s apple juice from the can, brush my teeth with crest with scope, and that my favourite colours are yellow & gold. someone who meets me at home before work and takes the bus in with me. someone who tells me i’m beautiful, and means it. someone who actually sits through my favourite tv shows, without complaining, might i add. someone who brings me ice cream so i can make milkshakes. someone crazy enough to think my “quirks” are cute. someone who gives all of himself every day, not expecting a single thing in return.
thank you for being that someone.
thank you for being you.
happy birthday, you old man.