Your real first love will make you realize that your first love wasn’t really your first love.
I think it’s love.
I’ve never felt such a dire need to make someone feel like they’re more special than they already are. It’s almost bizarre, this feeling. This and that, I wanted it to be nearly perfect. I wanted to engrave in his head that today is about celebrating him, and how very thankful I am for him; for he changed me in ways I never thought I could be changed (positively, of course).
Thank you for you. And thank you, for making all of this worth while.
Happy birthday. I love you.