October 20th, my birthday, i’m now 24 years old and in no way mad about it

you had everything planned it seemed, you were the definition of perfection in my eyes, and you made me feel like i was a queen, it made me feel very special

when i woke up, you were still asleep, but our room was dimly lit with tiny candles, the ceiling covered in lavender and metalic purple balloons, a pile of presents wrapped in nice purple flowered print wrap, which was very you, and a bouquet of my favorite flowers on my bedside with a letter, handwritten from you