...my best friend.

This person comforts me when I am sad. He is my spiritual brother, friend, lover and confidante. He calls me on my bullshit. He knows when to say sweet words to calm me down, and when to say "buck up, little camper".

Without this person's support, I know there have been hard times I wouldn't have come through very well. I love his laugh, his smile, his innocence and his sophistication.

I love his hairy chest.

We sometimes have the discussion about how to define us, and each time we come to the same conclusion: don't question what it is, don't box it up, don't freak out because sometimes the "magic of the adventure overcomes".

I think of him when I hear this song:


When You Come Back To Me

Just afloat on the sea
Find myself in a page of history
You know as I ride along
There's a memory of a song
About you,
And where you're meant to be.
You're going to tell me the answers.
I'll know
When you come back to me.

If we fall,
Love will catch us. Every time
I hear you call, I will run.
And if the magic of the adventure overcomes
We won't cry because it could be fun.
I'm going to tell you the answers.
You'll know, when you come back to me.

Thanks, friend, for loving me, for questioning me, for supporting me, and for providing me with so many adventures.