To my significant other when I'm mad.

I'm sorry that reading this may make you cry. On the other hand, thank you for loving me enough that it might. If it means anything, I promise there's subtle RPG inside jokes ahead.

I'm sorry that I yell, cry, scream, blame you, want you to hold me then want you just to leave me be, then feel sorry about it. Thank you for always doing the exact opposite of what I say when I do this, because you know what I need most.

I'm sorry that when "my time" comes around every four weeks, I turn into a constantly hangry extraterrestrial that only wants sleep, attention, back rubs, and food. Thank you, though, for knowing the difference between what I mean and what Aunt Flo says.

I'm sorry I have panic attacks that cause me to think irrationally, and make up situations that may or may not ever happen. Thank you for loving me through everything, despite my anxiety and those brief moments of superficial worry. Thank you for making sure that I never think breaking up is an option. We are a team, and a great one at that. I'm just sorry that every now and then when combat comes around, I crit fail and you're left to fight the life boss alone. But I promise I will always sing for you and make you stronger. (Except that one time my mimic ate your arm, which I'm terribly sorry about).

I'm sorry that you are always the strong one. You say I'm your strength, but sometimes I feel like your greatest weakness. Unfortunately, those are the times I need you the most. I've played the strong part for so many years and this, the mess you fell in love with, is what you will become if you are always the strong one. And because I know you will always be the strong one, I am sorry.

I'm sorry that all I want to do is spend time with you, grow with you, and just be around you. I'm sorry that I love you with such an intensity that I've become clingy. Thank you for making light of it and praising the attention I give you, rather than griping about the space that I don't.

I'm sorry for the baggage that I came with, and I'm sorry for the baggage you brought along too; that they don't make the best, most calming combination. I'm sorry that life threw you several fastballs and even more curveballs, and that you don't "sports" very well. But thank you for always letting me rant about Pete Rose, A-Rod, and the Sox, even if you have no clue what any of it means. The look you have on your face while watching me is worth the breath I've exhausted trying to be the voice of reason in matters of baseball politics.

I'm sorry our D&D characters live in different realms and can't be in love. But then again, thank you for encouraging me to be the Queen of Conair while you and your party are battling gods and demi-gods in a world of great imagination. Thank you for loving me when I can't love myself. And thank you for never trying to change the person I've settled on being.

Thank you for being so incredibly perfect, and for thinking the same of me when I know it isn't true. And thank you for not lying to me when I ask if an outfit looks good. Thank you for giving me the confidence in myself, and in us, to not feel like I need to dress up all the time. (Because I have negative five pairs of heels for every one T-shirt in my closet)

Thank you for being so undeniably cute and supportive. You are my rock. My person. My Nat 20. My best friend. We were made for each other. You are my other half, my soul mate. We are, without doubt, every love story, every rom-com, and every cliche we never understood. We are nothing without each other and for that, I'm really, really sorry.

But today I have you, tomorrow I might not, so thank you for loving me even though I've told you 14 times that I'm sorry for making you feel guilty because I didn't get tacos.