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I've been trying to write something for you. I've erased a million times. It seems that there aren't enough words, or I just can't find the right ones. I want to thank you for so much… everything. I know that you'll try to shrug it off, but deep down you understand. You always do.

I've gone through some really hard times. But when I think it's at its worst, a message from you pops up, saving me yet again. Yellow paper is an amazing thing… too bad I can't find any. Did I keep them, or did you? Did we keep them at all? You wrote one backwards once. I could've killed you for that. But it was all in fun, and we loved every second of it.

We've been through so much together, it's crazy that we can even stand each other anymore. I'm still scared of roller-coasters. I miss having you close, riding on my bike to your house even though I wasn't allowed on Belmar Blvd.. I'm not sure that my parents are aware of that even though it's so many years later.

What I miss most of all… your eyes. I don't know why. I love them. They understand what I see, they see into parts of myself that I can't force myself to look at yet. You seem to tell me that everything will be okay, it'll all work out. And I have faith in that, even when I don't have faith in myself.

I know that we're an unlikely pair. We used to be so alike, but now we're almost opposites. The connection is still there, though. I don't think that we'll ever lose it. We'll drive each other crazy, and enjoy it all. But I'm the eternal optimist. You help me see that it's not all light and sunshine. And, sometimes, I can spread a little sunshine over to you.

I think that I've done enough. You know that there will be more. Years and years more to say and do. And we'll be there.