Dear Paul,

This is something I've wanted to write to you for a long time. If I am honest, I've wanted to tell you this in person. I've wanted for several years now to be able to sit down, look in those gorgeous blue eyes and just be completely honest with you.

We have an amazing relationship, you and me. It may be 3:00am, I'm sleeping soundly, involved in a fantastic dream which includes me, Dave Navarro and whipped cream, but answering the phone call from you isn't even a question. And, really, who else would sit on the phone with me for two solid hours during the Miss Universe pageant cattily cutting down each woman, then turn to me and say, "You blow them all away, baby." The following day, I went into work and promptly announced to all the other women that every girl needs a gay guy friend. Just like you.

What I have wanted to tell you for so long, Paul, is that you are not just my friend. You are a unique hybrid. A cross between a best friend, a sibling and a mate. You've always been honest with me. Even when you know it will hurt me, you tell me the truth, and make sure the pieces are all put back together again. You shower me with compliments daily. At the very least, every day I get an email or text message from you telling me I am a smart, talented, beautiful woman. With a great body.

You were my refuge and support when I broke up with Will. You brought me back down to earth when I almost lost my heart to Jake. You held me for six solid hours while I cried after losing my grandmother. You keep me from doing stupid things when I've had too much to drink.

I love you, sweetie. You are the best thing that has happened to me in quite some time. I can never thank you enough for all you've done. I hope you will find a partner as fantastic as you are and that I can be half the friend to you that you have been to me.

Love Always,
Bethann