Happy birthday

Have i ever told you that i love you?
Of course i have, what a stupid question. A million times, and it will probably have been a million more by this time next year.
Because its true, I love you.
I love you for so many reasons i lose track.
Remember that night at JFK? When we just lied there in the grass and talked and looked at the stars of a summer night, our legs intertwined. A year later we watched the same stars lying on a different grass, different country, an ocean away from that place we once loved. So much had changed but still everything remained the same.
And we learnt that the smartest people are the saddest because they understand the reasons.
And you taught me, that a hug from the right person at the right moment is worth so much more than a thousand words of support.
And you showed me that there's no need to talk 24/7 to know you're there for me, no matter what.
And you whispered that crying doesnt make me weak.
And together we learnt that both the happiest and the saddest moments happen at airports.
And you told me that when someone else's happiness is your happiness then thats what we call love.
Ria, I love you. I love you because you know me better than I do. I love you because of the big smile that appeared in your face when you saw me at the airport. I love you because dan and phil, and sherlock, and hannibal, and our broken hearts because of supernatural. I love you because of the chicken wings and the green, because of the pancakes at ihop. I love you because of all the pictures we've taken and all the ones we'll take - because yhey never seem to be enough, do they?-. I love you because of your pink hair, and math class, and mr soto's ass.
I love you because you care.
My love, I love you because you feel like home.
You are the most beautiful, perfectly imperfect, nicest in a really fucked up kind of way, human being i've ever met.
Maybe the human race is not so bad after all.
Point being,
Happy birthday babe.
Love,
Clara