In Regards to My Love- Buttons

Last night I still lay awake after all the shit had hit the fan, and I was bothered, because in an effort to make myself feel better, I had hurt Ian. That was not my intention.

I love Ian. I see him and I in the classic friendship relationship. He is my Mulder. . .I can only hope I am his Scully. (Facebook photo was inspired by this).

I really hope he knows how he drives me crazy. I hope he understands that I cannot stand the idea of another girl holding his hand, or making him smile the way he does when I kiss him on the nose.

I love that he is taller than me. I love that he is the best friend I have ever had.