It's all the little things you do, the minor things that are so easy to take advantage of, the tiny details you fulfill that make me realize just how much I love you. I can't help but wonder how much trouble you sometimes go to to make these little changes possible, these small things that make my life so much better.

It's the way I wake up in the morning and you're already out filming, and you've stuck a note on the mirror in the bathroom. "Take your AZT," it reminds me strictly, until I notice the small, lopsided smiley face you've drawn beneath it.

It's the way my guitar always seems to have new strings when I need them. It's the way you don't shoot your film for a few weeks after I break a string, because you're out of film and used the replacement money for my guitar's high E string.

It's the way you always seem to be able to come home with my AZT, this little pill that's keeping me alive for a little while longer. It's the way that you never mention it, that you never rub in my face just how far in debt I must be to you by now. It's the way whenever I promise to pay you back for anything you smile that stretched, tired smile and tell me that if anything, you owe me. I know that's not the case – I'm indebted to you, physically, mentally, emotionally...in every aspect of my life, you've given and given and give to me without any thought of repayment.

It's the way I never have to worry about washing my own clothes. Call it sad, but since I first moved into this loft with you five years ago, I think I've gone to the laundromat twice, tops. It's in the way you take care of things like that.

It's the way that, no matter how broke we are, you always manage to buy something to satisfy my sweet tooth. If we're living off of nothing, a box of Cap'n Crunch can last us about two mouths. If we've got a little extra cash laying around, you make it a point to get me as many Tootsie Rolls as you can possibly afford, knowing that I love chocolate more than I like most people I've met on this earth.

It's the way you never bug me to let you see my songs, but listen in perfect attention when I decide to let you hear them, then praise them beautifully with glowing eyes as soon as I'm done.

It's the way you know when to turn off the camera. It's the way I never, from the time April died to the time I met Mimi, saw the camera on at all in the loft.

It's the way one little comment from you can brighten my day. It's the way you raise just your right eyebrow, a feat I was never able to accomplish, making anyone who sees you laugh with those crazy expressions.

It's the way you baby me. I know, I'm a fully grown man and I should do all these things myself, and it's not that I wouldn't if I needed to, but you have such a loving, helpful attitude. You'd rather do it than make me go to the trouble of it.

It's the way that you can always, no matter the circumstance, make me feel worthwhile, useful, needed. It's the way I thrive off of you in every aspect of who I am.

It's the way you love me. And, almost more importantly, it's the way I love you.