the cake is a lot... smaller... than i'd hoped it might be.
I love you.
You are my best friend.
Sometimes I am very lazy and don't talk to you for a long while. Then other times we text and play Words With Friends a lot.
I hope, overall, you understand how significant a part you play in my life. Even when my life is over the other side of the world, as it has been for quite some time now.
I think my favourite thing about you is the way you know so much about quite specific things. I know it's due to dedicated internet time, but I respect the fact you remember things, as it turns out I never remember anything about anything.
I had so much fun spending time with you in Sydney during my visit. I think my favourite was when you patiently explained to me how to get to King's Cross (really a lot harder than it should have been, but we know what I'm like in Sydney don't we) and once I got there we ate many dumplings... then after that ordered some more and sniggered at all the suckers waiting for their food. A whole bottle of wine. And then some good quality golden gaytimes on the train ride home.
You and I have a pretty special connection. Like the way you read my mind. And the way you always say the right thing. By the way, I do need to dissect the (lack of) love life with you again soon, no new developments but more to tell. And I can promise you, you're going to be on my side. That's why I love you.
You are lovely, witty and charming.
And your bunnies, while very noisy at times, are also quite charming.
Love you love you!
Happy birthday sexy legs.