For Gad.

Talking to you feels like lying in bed after a long tiring day. Even for a short while, I got to know a pinch of your life - that somehow gives me an idea of your whole. Your existence. Meeting you was out of the blue, and being close to you was unplanned, but never did I question fate for that. Knowing about your existence fills an unknown part of me.

I was lonely, that's for sure. I was uncertain, that's for sure. I was unhappy, that's given.

If I will go back to the day when I met you, I will eventually tell myself to keep you already. Because right now, I started to realize and see how I became less of a loner, more certain, and eventually felt a little spark of happiness.

You are kind, I feel that.
You are wholesome, and I can attest to that.
You are handsome, and that's unquestionable.
You are cute, even if you don't do anything.

When you told me about how your years went through, I suddenly want to rushingly go beside you and hug you tight. I don't know what it is that I have to make you comfortable, but if all you need is to have me by your side - I will willingly stay while there's you that exist. I'll be willing to do it 'cause it's not only you who feels that way... I already did too. With you being honest, full of assurance, and just you being you is enough for me to say how you deserve to be loved.

For the man who makes me smile.
For the man who I will never get tired of.
For the man who assures me.
For the man who is enough.
For the man who I will love.
For the man I love.
For my man.
For Gad,

Cheers to your existence that fills a part of me.
Cheers to your existence that removes my self-doubts.
Cheers to your existence which gives me a push every day.

Happy birthday, Love.

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