We've just returned home from a trip to see your family and something that was said has left you feeling pretty badly. They don't understand you, they don't seem to get how you feel, or why you are in the relationship you're in, and worse, they don't even seem to be trying. But we're home now, where you are loved and accepted for who you are, not who anyone thinks you should be, and I want nothing more than to wipe away your tears, hold you in my arms, and remind you just how important it is that you live life on your terms. And if I'm lucky enough to share that with you, well, that makes me the luckiest person in the world, now doesn't it?