To my one and only Floofy,
A year and a half ago, when we had our first real conversation at three in the morning, I thought you wouldn’t care to talk to me again. You didn’t. You texted me again five hours later.
A year and a few months ago when you first told me how you wanted for us to get closer, I thought that you would regret this decision later and tell me you changed your mind. You didn’t. We kept being great friends.
Almost a year ago when I finally decided that I was ready for us, I thought that you would hate me. But again, you didn’t.
For the past year, you surprised me many times and the largest surprise of all is that they were all good ones. I can’t count all of the times that you have comforted and forgiven me.
When I explained my whole background and my family and how everything is just so complicated and difficult, I broke down and cried. I remember feeling that it was all my fault and I just dragged you into my mess. But you kept repeating “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault”.
When I brought up my depression and my mood swings, I thought you would think that I was making up excuses. I was nervous about how you would react but you said “I know how it feels so don’t worry about it”.
I hate being corny but there is so much that you have done for me. I know you wouldn’t think that you said or did much but it was much more than I had ever expected. Your patience and understanding blows my mind to this day. When I think of all of the tears from last year, I also think of your kindness.
It’s only been one year but it feels so much more has happened than possible within that time span. Thank you for making that time so much more meaningful and happy.
Happy one year.
