If "The Scream" is a pictorial representation of the pain and hurt I carry, I can think of no better model of my love for you than "The Starry Night." All of the wonder, amazement, and boundless joy that Van Gogh so brilliantly painted pulses in my veins when you but look on me. You have banished a shadow from me, opened a sealed door, and all infinity stretches before me. Thank you for holding me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for the stars, now within my grasp.