You are the most amazing girl I've ever met. It's unbelievable how great you are--how great WE are together. I love how every time I'm with you I'm happy, and I love how we're practically the same person in so many ways.

We've been going out for six months, but it feels like I just met you. I remember every great moment we've shared: those trips to your house every night, renting practically every movie at Hollywood Video, the first time I met your dad after you'd scared the crap out of me beforehand, Busch Gardens, and everything else.

I love your smile. I love your beautiful eyes. I love the way you're so honest and trusting and thoughtful. I love your friends and I love your family. I love how interesting you are--you STILL keep me guessing sometimes. I love when we hold each other in your bed and fall asleep almost every Friday night because you're so exhausted from getting up early for school. I love talking to you for hours at a time, and I love knowing that even when we're 150 miles apart, we're still always thinking of each other.

You've given me the greatest half-year of my life; you've shown me how content I can be--I have nothing to complain about when I think of you. If I could use one word to describe the past six months, despite car accidents and whatnot, it would definitely be "perfect."

I love you, baby, with all my heart. Happy six months.