From: Poofy
To: Foxy

Fox of my heart, I know you’ve had a rough day. You went to work, slaved to install someone else’s computers for pay that doesn’t really seem worth it, and then got sick from the dust that was someone else’s job to clean up.

I know that I’m… not that happy with myself right now, and I can only imagine that you’re just as unhappy with me, if not more so.

I also know that today’s your birthday, and I know it shouldn’t be a crappy day. Today, of all days, you should be glad to be alive. Instead, you’re sick, tired, and frustrated.

… But … _I’m_ glad you’re alive. I’m glad that I had the chance to meet you. You’re my support, and I can only pray to whichever gods will listen that I can be the same for you.

I hope today turns into a wonderful day, foxy. I hope the entire world stops for just a moment at some point for you, because you deserve it. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I can think of no greater person on this earth, nor can I think of anyone I’d rather be with, no matter what (even if I epic fail. *winks*).

Happy Birthday, mi amor.