How I loved talking to you tonight. To feel that you were there, surrounded by all those people, but left them for almost an hour just to have a silly conversation with me on the phone. To hear you smile, to press my ear against the phone and to almost feel your breath against my skin. I love you for that, and all that you are.

I wish I could give you a piece of myself to make you whole. I wouldn't mind walking around with a piece missing if that would mean I could have you walking beside me, looking as strong and beautiful as only you can look.