You have done very many things that makes me love you, and they keep coming.

The only bad thing is that you're making me sad writing things like ths, and that I can't be there to say that it's alright, that it's fine, that you are perfect in every way.

So, in 20 days, 5 hours, 13 minutes, I promise to hug you tight, just to make you realize that!

We all love you! Especially me.