My Blossom,
Last year, I told you that if you listened closely between the pages of that book, you'd hear my heart beating, and that every beat belonged to you.
This year, I didn't want you to just hear my heart. I wanted you to walk through it, to feel it in every word, every memory, every little piece of us.
Last year, I wrote about the girl I was falling in love with. This year, I'm writing about the woman I choose every single day without hesitation. The woman who makes distance feel temporary, whose laugh still calms me, whose eyes still make me forget everything else, and whose homemade tiramisu somehow tasted exactly like being loved.
We've had difficult days. Days when the distance felt unfair. Days when we misunderstood each other, when life became heavy, when all we wanted was to be in the same place instead of looking at each other through a screen.
But the beautiful thing is… those days never changed what we are.
They never made me love you less.
If anything, they taught me that our love isn't only built for the easy moments. It's built for patience, forgiveness, honesty, and choosing each other even when things aren't perfect. Every challenge we've faced has only reminded me that you're still the person I want on the other side of every hard day.
Distance is the only thing about us that doesn't belong. Everything else feels exactly right. Your laugh, your kindness, your heart, the way you care for me, the way we understand each other, and even the little moments we'll probably laugh about forever.
I made all of this because "Happy Birthday" could never be enough. Those are just two words. What I feel for you has never fit into two words.
I know some parts of this are cheesy. But you already know that's what happens whenever I try to explain what you mean to me. Loving you has never been something I could make sound simple.
I was nervous making this not because I didn't know what to say, but because I wanted every page to feel like us. Honest. Warm. Imperfect in the best way. Real.
And there's one thing I hope you never question.
I love you in a way that surprises even me.
Not because it's loud, but because it's constant. Because every morning I wake up and somehow I love you a little more than I did the day before. Because even on the hardest days, when we're tired or frustrated or missing each other more than words can explain, my heart never looks for another place to belong. It only looks for you.
If loving you had a limit, I would've reached it a long time ago. But somehow, every day, my heart finds another reason to grow.
So this isn't just another birthday message.
It's a reminder.
A reminder that no matter how many kilometers separate us, no matter how many difficult days life gives us, I will keep choosing you. Again and again. Every single time.
And if one day you randomly find yourself reading this again, I hope you smile and remember one simple truth:
You have always been deeply, endlessly, and completely loved.
Happy Birthday, my Blossom.
Full bloom. All seven petals.
They were never really the flower's.
They were always yours.
— Your Future Husband
Habibatyyy, wakha b3idaaa, qalbi dima m3aaaaaaaak. W kanbghik b wahed l7ob li ma kay9darch ytwssf b lklam. ❤️
