It's been two years to the day that I worked up the nerve to tell one of my best friends how I felt about him. Today, two years ago, we went out shopping and hanging around, and I was nervous as hell the entire time, trying to figure out how I should say it, when I should say it, what I would even say. One text later, I started on what has been the most incredible, wonderful, beautiful journey of my life. You know how people say that when you're with one person, everything seems brighter? You see colors, you smell smells, everything just... gets better? That's what Bruce is for me. He makes my life worth living, and he makes me want to succeed. He can make me happy by going out, doing the couple thing, or just staying in, letting me stick my feet under his butt while he plays video games and I proceed to fall asleep. Every second I spend with him is happy, every second is delight. We have our problems. They get bad sometimes. But we... we fight and we cry and then we laugh, and we pick up the pieces and we come out of it stronger than ever. Thank you for being my everything. Thank you for supporting me, and thank you for continuing to laugh at my stupid dumb jokes even when no one else does. I don't know where I would be without you. I love you, Bruce. Happy anniversary.