For being part of those deafening silences without feeling displaced. For having your space, those days and hours where an outing with friends or a trip take up your time but still accept to receive a message of mine to know you well, without feeling harassed. For giving me that space in your mind, your body and your bed, I feel privileged. For looking at me with my face washed and still look beautiful. For loving my complexes when they are unleashed, for loving and kissing my physical wounds those marks and scars that you know so perfectly.
Thanks for not being of the common social; I love that you are you, for all that you are. For that and more, it is an absolute pleasure to love him.