to the roots that sleep beneath my feet,

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Declarations of love and song lyrics ahead.

Shinji, I know this is a bit late (it's two hours past your actual birthday) and I've already wished you a happy birthday in real life, but you're asleep in my bed right now, and you're so absolutely wonderful that I had to leave something for you to find when you log onto lj tomorrow.

But you, you’re the crutch of a cripple
You're the calm of a conscience
You're the peace that I have found
When all these voices talk too loud you are quietly reassuring me
With the hands of a healer
And the tongue of a teacher
It’s your voice that I have known
To be the first one on the phone

Yeah, you're the cool of the water
You're the start of the summer
Keep me still like an anchor
In a storm you're the cellar
When I'm heavy with worry make me light as a feather
When I'm deafened by anger you're the song I remember
With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar
When I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter
You're a poet
And a saint

I love you, basically. So much.