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When I am sad, I feel better about myself as a emotional being. Human emotions are an exquisite opera as well as an authentication of the complex reality of human suffering and joy. Suffering is painful for yourself as well as others but necessary to compensate for the immeasurable feeling of joy and pleasure generated by sorrow's opposite. The fact that I can cry about my problems does not upset me further but restores the confidence of my humanity and solid sanity.

Sam, I love you more than words can offer their assistance to define. No poet in the world other than I can come close to expressing my infinite adoration for you. Never think for even an instant that your caring support for me goes unacknowledged, for it does not. I take every comforting word into my head and savor it like delectable Chinese food, but to ask me why I am sad is like asking the sea why it is blue. Somethings in nature, as well as human nature, can be complex and convoluted. Sometimes by asking the sea why it is the way it is at the instant that it is another way other than the way it is, mad ideas possess it and perhaps it can change. As is my life. It only takes a caring person to ask, and my twisted little brain make sense of the words that make sense of my senses.

Thank you, Sam.

"I've never sat down with you and just told you how much I truely love you."

It's a lot, Sam. A whole hell of a lot. Please don't forget that I'm OK. Promise. ^_^