I have always truly believed loving is supposed to come easily. Like being able to breathe, eat, and walk. But in all honesty, I did not fully learn to love easily till I saw what it's like to love you.

It's little because of me and a lot because of you. I know I tell you how you are patient, kind and so so generous. But you also love in silent ways I've never seen. Like when you ask if I want to lie down comfortably when we're snuggling, when even I hadn't noticed that I was uncomfortable. Or like when you instinctively push my hair against my face, and I suddenly feel at ease. I don't even know if you realize you do all this.

There's a certain kind of security around you where I know you're watching out for me even when I fail to.

You give so much, that it makes me want to give without a second thought. I would give you the world if I could, and if I couldn't I'll probably find a way to.

You make loving you so easy that all the other hard things in life feel lighter. I couldn't ask for anything more.

And oh, did I mention you're incredibly hot? Yeah, that too.

I know we've known different versions of each other, and I can't lie to you and tell you I have always loved you. But I see you for what you have become, and for the work you've put in to get where you are no matter what it took. I am incredibly proud of you.

My favourite part is how you have still kept the one thing I have always loved about you, that's how being with you has always felt comfortable. If I could think of a word to describe all my time with you, I would probably say comfort. Like a warm towel after being drenched in rain, a hot soup when your nose is running or a weighted blanket when the AC is blasting. I also managed to find a conversation between us from 2020 just to prove my point.

We somehow built a friendship with a foundation where we can relax our shoulders around each other. I'm glad I have the chance to put in a lot more love on top of that. It all still feels so surreal. But in no time, your arms have become my favourite place to be.

To many more beers in flasks, wine we pretend to understand, from Svalbard to Antarctica, hope we do it all together.

Happiest birthday, my love! I love you.