The Big Book of Panic!

Can I Get Real?

Guys, everyone who has put out their fullest to make people happy are separated into two groups: I love this (or) what do I get in return?

I finally understand what these two groups mean. I used to be part of that second group. I hated it. Recently I started a book for helping my friend realize how much she means to me. I love it. Everything I write in that comes from my heart. She gave me a week, and I am proud to say in only 4 days I've blown her away. Or so she says. But I take her word. 

Anyways, today I posted a part about how we met. She commented this:

Yea I will tell you Sam. I have never found some who clicks with me so much. I tried writing a poem with one of my other friends and it didn't work, but we didn't have the problem when we write. It just all clicked like one person writing a poem. I will tell you Sam you really helped to get me into roleplaying. Before I meet you all of the roleplays I did were no fun. I meet you and you showed me it was okay to be myself and actually have some fun. I love you so much for everything.

This made my day, guys. I never thought helping someone to this degree would make me so happy. When I first planned this week I thought she would be like 'oh this is so cheesy, but thanks anyways.'

But no, I get nothing but her satisfaction back. And I love it. 

Just thought I'd throw this out there.