Paul McCartney Imagines

35

My Darling,

Happy Birthday, love. I hope you're smiling as you read this because that's all I ever want—to see you happy. I've been thinking about what to say for days now, and no matter how many words I come up with, none of them feel like enough to tell you just how much you mean to me. But I'm going to try anyway.

You've changed my life in ways I never imagined possible. Before you, my world was a whirlwind of music, chaos, and endless crowds. It was thrilling, sure, but lonely in ways I couldn't explain. Then you came along, and everything shifted. Suddenly, the noise quieted, the chaos felt manageable, and I realized what I'd been missing. You.

You've brought light into my life—this soft, steady light that makes everything around it glow. The way you look at me, with this mix of love and understanding, makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. It's in how you laugh like the world is a whole of wonder,r and you're letting me in on the secret. It's in how you care—not just for me, but for everything you do and everyone you meet. You make the ordinary extraordinary and see beauty in the most minor things. Because of you

When I think about the moments we've shared—stolen afternoons in the park, quiet evenings with just the two of us, late-night talks that stretch into dawn—I realize those moments I treasure most. Not the crowds, not the fame. Just us. You and me, in our little world, where everything feels right.

Do you know how much you've taught me? You've shown me how to slow down, appreciate the quiet, and be present. You've taught me that love isn't about grand gestures (though I'll keep writing you songs, don't worry). It's in the small things—the way you hold my hand when no one's looking, the way you ask me how I'm doing, the way you know when I need you, even if I haven't said a word.

You've given me something I didn't think I'd ever have: a sense of home. Not a place but a feeling. You're my home, love. Wherever you are, that's where I belong.

I've always believed in love—I write about it enough, right? But I didn't understand it until you. You've shown me that love isn't just passion or romance. It's trust. It's friendship. They choose each other daily, even when it's hard. And I'll keep choosing you daily for the rest of my life.

Sometimes, I wonder how I got so lucky. How did I, of all people, end up with someone as beautiful, kind, and endlessly fascinating as you? You could've had anyone, but you chose me. And I'll spend every day trying to be the man you deserve. I promise to keep loving you the way you love me—with all my heart, unconditionally, no matter what.

Today is your day, but it feels like a gift to me. Because today is the day the world got you—a light, a force, a miracle. And I got lucky enough to call you mine somewhere along the way.

Happy Birthday, my love. I hope this year brings you all the joy you've brought me. Thank you for being you, loving me, and letting me love you in return. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'll never stop thanking the stars for you.

Yours forever and always,
Paul