Thank you for holding on to me through my mood swings, my never-ending demand for cuddles and attention, and endless political rants. For keeping your love available to me even when you're tired or down, for your patience, for your wit, for your sass, and for your honesty. Thank you for growing with me; for bringing out the best in me, and letting me bring out the best in you. For apologising for the wrongs you've done. And for learning and changing. For letting me do you wrong, allowing me to apologise and change as well.
For three years (or seven, if we're feeling frisky). Thank you.
I love you with every cell in my body, with every heartbeat, with every breath.
You, and only you.