[:::: Authors Note ::::]
The following is a letter that I physically wrote out for my wife on her recent birthday. This isn't a made-up story this time, it's real, it's my life and word for word is what is on paper sitting proudly on her bedside table. She told me of all the gifts that she has gotten over the years, that this was the single most thoughtful gift that she has ever received.
I have chosen not to put this through an editing process, as I wanted all the mistakes, errors, and everything that made up this love letter on paper to my wife to be reflected in this short tale when I translated it to online.
[:::: Happy Birthday My Love ::::]
Once Upon a Time...
Because all good stories that make your heart sore start with 'Once Upon a Time'. There was this boy. He was proud, brash and single. He had a lot of friends, but no one he called that special someone. The boy was focused when he put his mind to something and one day decided that he wanted a girlfriend.
But the boy didn't want just any girlfriend. He wanted the right girlfriend. He wanted to find the one that he wanted to marry. She had to be beautiful and strong, laugh at his silly jokes and always have his back. Of course, there were other attributes, but these three were what he desired the most.
The boy searched high and low, talked with different friends, and approached girls he thought might suit him, but none of them did. The boy became somewhat despondent and worried that he might not find the girl he was looking for or he would be unhappy because he might have to settle for someone that didn't suit him.
Then one day, a friend invited the boy to come out to lunch with a group of people and there she was. The girl was beautiful. Just looking at her made his pulse race, and his heart beat just that little bit faster. From the first time that they locked eyes, the boy was smitten.
In the coming months, the boy and the girl started dating and never once did the boy wonder if she was the one he was looking for, he just knew. But then disaster struck.