I may or may not have mentioned my philosophy on greeting cards to you before, but in short; I love them. not every card, however, tugs on my chordae tendineae. a carefully selected card whose words all honestly depict one’s feelings and feature handwritten ones outnumbering the printed can do nothing less than light up my face. it could quite possibly come from being a poet, or just a thoughtful little girl fascinated with prose and philosophy, but I pay extreme attention to each and every word – particularly the handwritten. let me just say that the line that struck me the most was the very last one – “I love you with all of my heart and wish you only the best in life.” It is no exaggeration to say that I have never had a love like this – a sincerely selfless friendship, where there is so much care for the other that although we want what’s best for out partner and could eventually accept a break-up, we just can’t live without the other. It is stark in contrast to the greedy, clingy, and possessive boys of my past, and is quite the pleasant surprise. I, however, am not used to this, and reflexively behave defensively when scared. So I thank you. for your patience, for your understanding, your love, your care. I thank you for your gentle smiles and sincere laughs, honesty, willing ears. For trying, for persisting, for sympathizing, for believing. In short; thank you for the card. i love you.