When I blew out my 22nd birthday cake candle over at Pyramid surrounded by family and a dear friend Feli, I never would have thought that that year was going to be such a thrilling and crazy ride.
When I blew out that candle, I never would have thought that I was going to celebrate my 23rd birthday there at Pyramid too.
When I blew out that brightly-lit candle, I never would have thought that I'll be celebrating my 23rd with someone so incredibly special; my life, my love, my everything.
God works in mysterious ways indeed.
Love strikes your unguarded heart when you least expect it, and love also, is an opportunity that you have to grab unabashedly; a journey of which the first step you must take; a choice that you have to make with palpitating heart.
And when it strikes, it strikes hard with pin-point accuracy.
Of course it hasn't been easy, sometimes finding myself being very-the-girl; an emotional human being whose tears suddenly found a new canal to flow. We have disagreements of course, but I would go through it again in a heartbeat;
Because with him I learn more; with him I grow; with him I feel.
I love him more than I could ever deem possible, I love him in every sense of that word,
I love him regardless.
The awesomeness of it all.
In the middle of blogging this, the phone rang and your face appeared on my little screen.
A smile broke out, the kind that you said earlier today looked like it can never be wiped off.
Like a school girl, I curled up on the bed
With you on the other end.
And I told you I was blogging.
Thank you for being in my life, sharing, loving, living. Thank you for the moments that I hold forever in me, thank you for the birthday gift that reduced me to a bumbling, crying wreck.
It's you, you know. It has always been you, and will always be, you. And I know that you know it.
I love you, Adam Henry Sivapatham.
More than you'll ever know.