i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

thanks for your letter, i am doing wonderful~

much better actually since we've started corresponding on a regular basis.

this past year as you've known has been tumultuous,

many many rough patches and crazy moments

particularly in periods of inner conflict.

you've seen a spike in letter frequency at certain periods,

and read through all the tear-stained papers full of anger, frustration and uncertainty.

i've grown stronger,

you know that.

i guess, what i really wanted to tell you through this particular one,

is that

i love you

more than anything else

even if i can't quite grasp the concept of what i mean,

even if i sometimes don't understand the implications of what i'm saying

even if i have to lie to myself first, or say it through practice

but i do.

so thank you.

but the reason i fell in love,

in case i've never made it clear,

is because of that first letter you sent me.

remember that one?

written with the hands that shaped my human form from dust

my first love letter.

stamped with the lips of You who spoke the world into existence

my first kiss.

sealed with the blood of a baby from the manger grown into a perfect man

my first love.

so happy birthday dearest of dearests,

i'm proud to be your beloved.