I love you not only for who you are, but for what you are 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.
– Roy Croft