I’m glad I have you. I’m glad I can call you in the middle of the night, and you don’t get mad that I woke you up. I’m glad you can see me cry and still want to be with me, ruined mascara and all. I’m glad I can lay in your arms, with my clothes on and be sure of mutual satisfaction. I’m glad that you trust me more than my parents do. I am glad you are mine and I am yours. I am glad that holding hands can still give me butterflies. I’m glad we don’t worry too much about what others think of our relationship. I’m glad we don’t have to say a word to each other in order to communicate our adoration effectively. I’m glad we’ve shared many firsts and have learned to love together. I’m glad I am not afraid to open up and be completely vulnerable with you. I’m glad and proud of the fact that I don’t have to call you baby, honey or sweetheart to let you know I love you. I’m glad I can dance my silly little butt off in front of you and you won’t think I am a complete lunatic. I’m glad I have you as my boyfriend and I am glad I am your girlfriend.