I have always told you that I am most of the time lost for words—words that would describe what shade of blue the sky is today, words that would illustrate the scenarios in my head, words that would tell exactly how much love I have for you.
But this time, I know exactly what it is, what you are.
You are my thousandth paper crane.
Remember that story? Yes, it is one of my favorite tales of all time. I have never forgotten it since I first heard it back in the fifth grade.
It is a legend in Japan that once you have folded one thousand paper cranes, you are entitled to one wish, and that wish will come true.
All this time I though paper cranes were made of papers, but I found out it was made of you—every cell in you, every adipose tissue, every strand of your hair, every flicker of your eye…yes, you are my thousandth paper crane.
You are the wish I did not know my heart longed for, you are the magic that strives to make all of my dreams come true. And for that I love you.
Today marks the end of my everyday birthday surprise for you and celebrate one of the dates that the universe decided to bless me.
Happy 21st birthday, my love.