I know I can be difficult. I know you know you can be too. I know that I sook and whinge and complain about things which you can’t change. I know you would change those things if you could. I hope you know that just because I sook and whinge and complain it doesn’t mean I love you any less. That I have an ability to make myself miserable no matter how amazing the people around me are. I know you wish you could fix me, make me happy. And you really do. Nine times out of ten, if I’m sooking and whinging and complaining, I’ll get over it in about two seconds and remember why I love you and that you make my life an entirely amazing place to be. I’m going to sook and I can’t help, you can’t change the things I sook about. But between all that I’m really happy I found you and hope you know that.