“Fuck” I cuss under my breath as the icing melts out, the letters of your name becoming a whole mess

You and I have been together for almost ten months now. We met in a bar in London when I was out celebrating with my lads. I immediately feel head over heels for you, and ever since that night, we’ve been inseparable. Our tour just ended about a month ago which I’m so grateful for, since your 20th birthday was coming up. I’ve been planning this day for months, since it’s your first birthday since we became a couple, and because you’re simply the best girl ever. You deserve everything good in this world. Which is why I baked a cake all by myself and currently struggling to decorate it.

“Fuck me” I mumble quietly as I look at the messy cake, covered in strawberries that was supposed to cover my earlier mistakes. I shrug as I light up the candles on the cake, before I make my way to my bedroom where you’re currently laying asleep. “Happy birthday baby” I say softly as I approach your sleeping form with the cake balancing in my hands