Excuse me for asking, but I need to say thanks for being with me everyday.
You light up my life, sort me out, always listen.
You don’t hold back on saying what needs to be said, reminding me that I need to listen more and talk less, but not in a haughty way. No, you love me just as I am (to coin a phrase from Bridget Jones Diary) without the blue soup, though that wouldn’t matter to you anyway.
When it’s all going smoothly, you’re like “don’t forget I’m here- always- even when it’s a sunny, bright as apple pie in the sky day. You can’t hide how you feel; and I can read you like a book. See, when you can’t get a grip of the sadness, or the grief, talk to me”
“Life can be like that box of chocolates- that chilli one was a bit of a shock, wasn’t it! But you kept on munching, determined not to spit it out. And those sickly sweet ones, with oodles of cream and crystallised violet, well, one’s ok, but after that, you feel sick. Too much sweetness isn’t good for you. What’s better? The “don’t mind if I do have another one” chocolate, the sort that makes you feel content. The lingering taste, evoking memories of joy, fun, laughter, friendship and love.”
“I’ll sit next to you, I’ll hold you, embrace you, run with you, dance and sing with you. We’ll look at that box of chocolates together and wonder what the next surprise will be.
By Reason Of Sanity 