Dear Tim,
Today marks the four year anniversary of the night we sat in my treehouse and you asked me to be your girlfriend. You held my hand and I had butterflies in my stomach.

Thank you for allowing me to dream with you. Thank you for seeming genuinely interested in my book suggestions (even though you hardly read the books I suggest). Thank you for loving me in a way that makes me want to be better to deserve you. Thank you for singing Edward Sharpe really loud with me that  night after we watched Dexter at Kayleen's. Thank you for being a great hugger. Thank you for following me home on nights when we watch a scary movie and I am too freaked out to be alone. Thank you for running up to me when I ring your doorbell and hugging me as if we haven't seen each other in months.

I definitely don't deserve you, but I will do everything I can to keep you around.