To Jacob,

Yes, I fell in love because of your humor. You’re the funniest fucking person ever, I love how uplifting you can be when you put your mind to it. I love how much you make me smile even when we go off call until my cheeks hurt, because you always have some sort of stupid way to make me smile. I love how you make me laugh uncontrollably, how you’re effortlessly a comedian at heart, and every time I laugh at something you say, I know people feel the same way about you. Every time I laugh ear to ear, I see the boy that makes his friends laugh, the one who’s the funny friend (who copes to get through but it’s all part of the backstory), how you’ll always make me smile even though you’re having a shit day, because you care. And I’ll always be grateful I chose to make a fat joke, because it took me to a boy I know will forever mean the world to me, and I’m positive about it. Our jokes, our references, your laugh will forever live inside me. And when I die and the plants are soaking up my dead body, they’ll grow in the arch of our smiles, the ones that kept me alive.