You became my everything. You accepted me for who I am, emotional baggage and all. My breakdowns here and there, all the ups and downs—you were always there just a phone call away. I told you, that if it gets too much, you have my permission to give up on me. But all you said was, "you're crazy if you think I'm giving you up. I've struck gold with you, why would I ever leave?" I still remember when you told me that you loved me with your adorable British accent. FaceTiming while studying for your finals and on your birthday when your Mum ran up to your room just to hand you my letter. You said "2 weeks was worth the wait.