There are times when I've obviously taken you for granted.
My childishness, my nonsense, my tantrums, my unreasonable demands.
You put up with all of my shit, without question nor anger.
I've pushed you away several times, without thinking about what I'd do without you.
Yet you persevered.
Not once have you walked out on me.
You've always been there for me. Always.
Even when I didn't want you to.
Because you knew that I needed you.
For everything you've endured, I apologise.
And for everything you've done, I thank you.
Happy Birthday, my darling TJ.