I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
I love you for putting your hand into my heaped up heart and passing over all the frivolous and weak things that you cannot help seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful and radiant things that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.
You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all.
