And I turn 23

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.

Dear,

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.

Dear,
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.