What do I say here? The same things I always say, I suppose.

I love playing with you. I love your writing, and your patience, and your willingness to go along with my sometimes odd ideas, and the way you put up with me. I love that you listen to me gripe, and that when I ask for an ego boost you just do it. (That’s why I don’t ask much.)

I love your muse, and his smart tongue. I love our OTP, and the way you understand my writing.

Most of all, I’m glad we’re friends.

We should know each other better. And you should roleplay again. I’m really glad when you have good things, though.

I don’t know what to say anymore … but I still love to read your posts.

The cutest, most darling, fiercest friend ever. EVAR. Don’t cross her. I love you to little snuggly bits, even if we can’t ever get a thread off the ground. Perhaps because we can’t get a thread off the ground.