Happy birthday to the most drop-dead gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. When I’m with you, time stretches, blurs. No matter what storm rages in my life, your presence feels like warm sunshine. Effortlessly lighting up my world and filling me with joy.
You have transformed me in ways I never thought possible. You’ve shown me love that’s so profound that it made me realize I am worthy of it. You truly respect me. You love me, for me. Not what I was. Not what I’ll become. Just me. You communicate openly, listen to my concerns with care, if we don’t agree then always try to find middle ground and make thoughtful decisions that show how much you value us. With you, I feel cherished. This is not just love. It’s a partnership.
You are a fierce, independent woman, strong and capable in every way. Yet, when you’re with me, the way you let your guard down and reveal that playful, childlike side melts my heart. It’s a beautiful reminder that while you stand tall on your own, you trust me enough to share every facet of your incredible soul. Your trauma. Your little yap sessions about your internship, capstone, etc. Your love for dogs. Your plans for the future. Your health. Your intimacy. All of it. I want to listen, feel and grasp all of it. All of your mind, your body, your soul.
I am in awe of you, not just as a partner but as a person. Your strength inspires me. Your kindness humbles me. I adore every nuance of who you are. The way you laugh. The way you think. The way you try to lie but can’t. The way your pupils dilate when you’re turned on.
They say love fades with time, that the magic dulls and the spark dims. But not with us. I’ll cherish every little thing you do, just as I do now, every single day. Together, we’ll nurture this love, protect it, and prove to the world that forever isn’t just a dream. It’s our reality.
I love you more than words could ever express. You are my heart, my peace and my greatest joy. Happy birthday, my love. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being mine.