You're gorgeous but you don't really know it. Unless I tell you, which is always when you're least expecting it. I love how you wake in the morning, jump in the shower and walk out the door without even looking in the mirror. Yet you still cause a car crash. I love your laugh. It's infectious. I especially love that you can laugh at yourself. And my shit jokes. You're compassionate, selfless and kind. But you're also confident. And strong. I appreciate that if I piss you off you let me know, rather than sulking to your mates or giving me the silent treatment. We're always honest with each other (except when I have to lie about liking your mum). You love animals. But you understand why I won't buy you a "labradoodle" (half-Labrador, half-Poodle). That's right, because they're ugly. I love how you're just as happy to hang at the pub, drinking beer in your jeans and hoodie as you are taking me to a beautiful restaurant, sipping wine in that tailored suit, which you probably maxed-out your credit card to buy. You're charming. One week you're sitting with all my girly mates at a BBQ, the next week you're outshining Brad at the Oscars. I love how you let me talk about Brad, knowing that it's your lips I'm after, not his. or Angelina’s. I love your hugs. 5, 10, 15 a day. How your arms stretch around as far as they can go. I like how when we go to the beach, you want to sunbathe with me rather than go surfing. I like that they don't let labradoodles on the beach. Most of all, you're my mate. If we split I'll look back on you without regret. For you've made me a better girl. You rock my crazy crazy world.You just don't know it yet.