I love you not
only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you
not only for what you have made of yourself, but what you are making of me. I
love you because you have done more than any
creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to
make me happy.You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that
is what being a friend means, after all.