I hope this finds you (because I will post most of it on Instagram later and if you miss it there, I will post it on Twitter and Tumblr and WordPress).
I did something I never thought I would do–again. Nothing serious; I do it all the time. You will call me a drama king because apparently I am. Just so you know, it is your fault I am a drama king.
Do you want to why it is your fault? Because you just had to go off and be the best friend I ever had. What is is wrong with you? You just had to be the perfect mess to my imperfect mess. You had to be the calm to my storm. You just had to know me better than I know myself.
Because of you, I like peas again. I have not liked peas since I was a baby and I ate 5 jars of them. Because of you, I am now addicted to Peppa Pig. I have no idea how many episodes I have recorded since our infamous mug incident.
You just had to point out my obvious talents I never knew I had and turn them into my life’s dreams. You had to be just one degree less crazier than me–which is saying a lot considering 99% of our conversations would make people wonder why neither one of us is sitting in Bedlam babbling about how we killed Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
You just had to introduce me to our alter egos and now I cannot go to sleep without thinking about weird British cats and what the hell is going on in the Canadian Tundra while reading quotes by C.S. Lewis and dreaming about destroying Hufflepuff in Quidditch because I am a Gryffindor.
You drive me crazy. You drive me nuts. As if I was not crazy enough as it was you had to come along. And you know what? I have never been happier in my life. I will probably remain this happy for the rest of our lives and if there is another life, I am quite sure we will be there and will terrify a whole new world of people–In French, Italian, Spanish, German, Latin and Portuguese.
I could care LESS if you think I am a drama king or that I am overly sentimental or talk about you too much. Shut up and DEAL with it. I am going to do it anyway and you cannot stop me–until we are in the same room and you proceed to hit me over the head with a box of cookies. I am kidding. You would never hit me with a box full of cookies. You have hardly met a cookie you did not like.
In conclusion, I figured out the secret to finding the perfect guy for me: Tell them what it is really like to love someone like me; how to put up with someone like me. It will terrify the weak ones and intrigue the strong ones. Because no one has ever (and probably never) loved me or put up with me as well as you, they have one very large mountain to climb and some seriously big shoes to fill.
You have got to be the single most incredibly awesomely beautiful person who swears like a sailor in two languages I have ever met in my entire life who knows if WikiHow properly explains cooking pasta using clipart.
We met the very same year these characters met and we are still together like these two characters. In 100 years–even 1000 years–people will look back at us and probably ask, “What the F*k was that? Are you f*king kidding me? You mean these people were real?”
Good. Because sometimes even I wonder if I am living in a dream and I will wake up and all this wonderful will disappear. This is my Happy New Year ‘thing’ for you. So Happy New Year, my dearest, most beloved friend in all the universe. You are the only pain in the ass I do not mind having. You are the thorn in my side that reminds me I can do better (and corrects also my English in a Northern Italian accent with a French Twist).
I love you is not good enough for you, but it will have to do. Thank you for everything.
I love you so much Dean. I will never begin to be able to repay my debt to you. I love you so. I’m so fortunate. I’m trying to type in tears. I’m so in love with you. Forever For serious
