Run-on, you crazy dia... sentence.

Thank you for cordially expending so much of your time with me;  
for exuding such an open-mind when tasked with involvement in my personal interests alongside me; for entertaining me, endlessly, despite whatever circumstances we're facing for the night, and how needy I can be;
for never hesitating to have my back when it is warranted, for listening to me speak and share my thoughts for hours; always actively engaging me while treating the substance of my words with a surprising sense of significance;  
for being accepting and considerate of opinions that greatly differ from your own;  
for being observant and analytical of my behaviors and habits; quiet, calculated, laying the brickwork of foundations to slowly unravel my thoughts from their roots;  
for being sensitive and compassionate towards my feelings, for always hugging me when I am sad, for your patience with my impulsivity, restlessness and recklessness;  
for holding my chin(s) up even when my decisions are questionable at best, for never berating me because you disagree with me;  
for allowing love without textbook definition, and affection that is wholeheartedly fulfilling without romantic entanglement, expectations, rules, or undesired commitments;  
for recognizing, and appreciating, my heart and character rather than only seeing me for any negative thing I may say or do, for taking interest in and exploring my intellect and complexity;  
for not only opening up to but also warmly welcoming this completely unexpected but unexplainably organic friendship unfolding before us;  
for finding unquestioned trust within me and allowing it to blossom without reluctance, for providing a space of comfort within you where I can safely profess and stow away my fears, secrets, and sins, for equally reciprocated sincerity and honesty;  
for always remaining steadfast and poised when the drugs and alcohol cast my psyche and composure into an unforgiving sea of befuddled despair, for valuing the kind of balance between responsibility and spontaneity that resonates deeply within me, for somehow never making me feel misunderstood, misplaced, unwelcomed, or unwanted;  
but specifically, thank you for waltzing your drunken ass into my life,  
pummeling the impervious iron gates of this castle,  
and dousing the decaying structure of it with a sense of home, as if this feeling of belonging was the only gasoline suited to set this shit ablaze with fervency, somehow coy in nature,  
yet still conceived in the ashes of our own skull-fucking depravity, bound by broken glass to our blood-soaked convictions,  
but even bandages woven of pastel rose petals can't elude these wolves on the hunt for our wounds;  
and definitely, thank you for persevering through the unnecessary babbling of this lengthy discourse.  
  
What I believe I appreciate the most, however, is when you wake up smiling, with an unwavering, oddly chipper attitude regardless of how little sleep you've had.  
Not particularly just because it's nice to pretend like you wake up smiling as if you're just so fucking thrilled to see me the moment you open your eyes, but truly because there is something so simple yet completely endearing to witness a soul that rouses from their slumber, seemingly grateful to greet their surroundings a friendly hello as if acknowledging the divine blessing it is to endeavor upon a new day.  
It is absolutely refreshing and relieving.  
 
Thank you for being a genuine human  with admirable qualities and behaviors. Thank you for being you.