I went to the most important party ever.

It was in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I wasn’t going to go, you weren’t going to go. It was a “come as a rockstar” party and I came as the world’s worst Billy Idol (black hair, t-shirt and camo shorts – only the sneer was close) and you came as nothing like Annie Lennox.

Somehow you’ve stuck with me and put up with me. I’m not the easiest person to get along with – but you are. I can’t be anything but a better person when I’m around you.

Today, I’m celebrating the best six years of my life, and looking forward to the rest of it.

I love you Sam and I’ll always be thankful for rooftops and Wesley Willis.