I’ll keep it short and sweet. Today is a blessed day. At 00:00, fireworks shook my world. Their power was shaking the entire neighborhood, or maybe I wasn’t expecting them, and that’s why they caught me off guard.
Like you did.
In Albania, at 00:00, people blast fireworks to wish their loved ones a happy birthday. Nothing says I’m glad you were born like some colorful fire in the sky.
God, I’m happy you were born.
A smile pops up when I think of you. You remind me of the word “life,” maybe because to me, you represent all that’s good in this life.
You said that you knew you had to have me in your life the first time you saw me.
I felt the same way, very drawn to you. As it turns out, for good reason.
As we got to know each other, I was surprised by how much we had in common, how many shared values, and how not long after I met you, how attached I became to you. I just…loved you. There was no denying it.
Where had you been all my life?!
Years have passed since that time I “scared” you as you were going to French class and we started talking, and I feel as strongly as ever that you’re a blessing. A real-life angel.
You’re undiluted soul, energy, goodness, truth, love. In its simplest, purest form.
I’m ecstatic you’re alive. Happy birthday. I love you.