I am accustomed to your ways
I'm so familiar with the feel of you
The strong arms that hold me at night
the steady breathing in my ear when we sleep

I want you to know, you truly are the other half of me.
You are my support, you are my strength....I am your unconditional love.

We have been 'us' for 23 years, through happiness and heartache.

We've survived sickness, death, money, no money...
Friends who've betrayed, family who've walked out..
You have been a rock.

Yet when the door closes and it's just the two of us, you let your guard down, and lay your head on my chest, accepting my comfort. Only I see this side of you.
The little boy side, the unsure side that needs the soothing reassurance that only I can provide.
In turn, you know I am afraid of the dark...afraid of being in the house alone, and you show sensitivity to those things.
You tolerate my habitual tardiness, my 45 minute baths and shopping addiction; You open doors for me and bring my morning coffee, and you call me every single day just to tell me you love me!

We are so used to eachother, so melded, I don't believe one could survive without the other.

For these reasons and so many more, I beg of you....quit smoking!

I could not bear living out the rest of my days with half of my heart gone.