Birthday Boy.
Today is my sweetie’s 30th birthday.
When we first started talking almost four years ago, he sent me an email in which he asked if I ever watched “human surgeries” on The Learning Channel. I decided that was a rather alarming question and didn’t email him back.
Well, a month later, I decided to give him another chance and sent him an email. He responded; he ended up not being the freak that I feared he was.
And the rest is our history.
My dear sweetness, my pretty pretty, my tall boy. You are the high point of my day every day. You make me feel loved, you make me feel secure, you make me cupcakes that are burnt on the bottom. Thank you for the foot rubs, for handling the phone calls I don’t want to handle, for making me feel pretty even in boxers, fluffy socks and a tank top.
Happy birthday, good lookin’. You may be an elderly person now, but you’re my elderly person.
When we first started talking almost four years ago, he sent me an email in which he asked if I ever watched “human surgeries” on The Learning Channel. I decided that was a rather alarming question and didn’t email him back.
Well, a month later, I decided to give him another chance and sent him an email. He responded; he ended up not being the freak that I feared he was.
And the rest is our history.
My dear sweetness, my pretty pretty, my tall boy. You are the high point of my day every day. You make me feel loved, you make me feel secure, you make me cupcakes that are burnt on the bottom. Thank you for the foot rubs, for handling the phone calls I don’t want to handle, for making me feel pretty even in boxers, fluffy socks and a tank top.
Happy birthday, good lookin’. You may be an elderly person now, but you’re my elderly person.
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