To her on her birthday,
I was going to send you something sexy but the mail man told me to get out my mailbox so I guess a heartfelt letter will have to do until your gift is ready.
August made two years that I've known you and it blows my mind how two years can feel like a lifetime.
In those two short years, we've been through hell and back. For a while there, we had no control at all. We were just going where the current swept us to, struggling to keep our heads above water.
It was hell, it really was. But that random yet incredibly wise individual I just happen to always quote says all relationships go through hell but the strongest ones live to tell the story.
And here we are. It's still surreal, talking with you again. I feel like it's a dream, one too good to be true.
But now you're stuck with me.
I watched you walk away once. You disappeared into a crowd of people and I kicked myself in the ass for not running after you.
I don't care what happens tomorrow, love. We can face it together. I'm not going anywhere and I know I need to keep reminding you because you don't always believe it. But I'm not going anywhere unless you're by my side.
On the days that you're alone, I'll be your shadow. When you stumble and fall, I'll be right there to catch you. I'll be your shoulder to cry on. When you can't sleep, you call and we'll lay in silence until you fall asleep.
I know that distance gets in the way. I know that I can't hug you when you need it and I can't wipe your tears away when you're crying but distance doesn't put a damper on how much I care about you.
You're my unbiological sister. The family I've chosen for myself. You mean the world to me and then some. Everything else seems alright when you're standing next to me. I can bear the world when you're at my side.
You are important. Even on the days where you don't feel like anything but a waste of space. You're important to me. I promise you that.
I know you aren't a fan of birthdays but a part of me gets excited when birthdays come around. You now get to say that you've made it another year. You get to say you're getting older. It seems small and kind of pointless but life isn't promised. You've made it another year. That's quite the achievement.
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
I love you more than words can express. And you won't ever forget it because I'll keep reminding you.
By the time we have fake teeth, you'll be so annoyed with me constantly reminding you that you'll take my bingo markers and make me pour my own juice.
So to her on her birthday...
We were warm and shivering.
And young and ancient and alive.
I was thinking, it's true.
We already love each other.
We already do.
Curl up with our book and eat jelly beans and whipped cream. Happy birthday. I love you, dear.
