My love,

Another year of you — and somehow, another year of me falling further. I hope you know that the way you laugh, the way you care about the smallest things, the way you make an ordinary evening feel like an occasion… none of it goes unnoticed. Not by me. Never by me.

I think about the day we met more often than I admit. If I could, I'd thank every small coincidence that put you in my path, because everything good that followed started there.

So today, on your day, I wish you everything you quietly hope for and everything you'd never dare to ask. And I promise you this: whatever this next year brings, you won't face a single day of it alone.

Happy birthday, beautiful.