No but really? You've been my friend for, fuck, nearly seven years now. And I am utterly in love with you. No romo. You are the greatest thing about my life. I love making you smile, making you laugh, making you happy because you deserve every happiness.
I don't think words could convey how much I rely on you. Not just for science homework, and stuff, but for well being. I love holding your hand because I'm reminded that you're here, you're with me, that I actually, out of everyone, am allowed to be with you.
You're my Combeferre, you're my Aramis, you're my Nisus, my moirail. Happiness isn't the same without you there. I adore you so much that it aches to think about it, and I'd put myself through bulletholes for you. Again, and again and again. This and this and this.