Dear my nearly-future husband,
This is the day, 31 years ago, you began existing. This is the day when God disposed everything about you; your destiny, your fate, people you’ll meet and the woman you’re going to marry. I know you don’t care about your birthday but I do care. I care because this is an important day. I care because without it, I might not be where I am now and without it, we might not be together like we are now.
I love you for so many reasons. I love you because you believe in me. I love you because you make me laugh with silly jokes. I love you because you are a passionate, hardworking and kindhearted person. I love you because you tell me I’m pretty with zero makeup. I love you because you can handle all my complains, my madness, my pms and my childish drama. I love you because you buy me my favorite books. I love you because you call and videocall me between your break time at work. I love you because we’re so different, we have almost nothing in common, yet you still want to spend your lifetime with me.
I love you more than the books I have in my shelf and my cute dresses I have in my wardrobe put altogether. I love you more than the guy who invented Indomie flavour. I love you more than the love of Jack to Rose. Thankyou for allowing me to be your partner in crime, in life and to be your plus 1 in every events you’ll attend in the future.
Happy birthday, Lam.
I’m so thankful that you were born. Our great adventure shortly begins and I can’t wait to see what our future holds.
Forever and always,
I wrote this letter in his 31st birthday last month, on 29th October 2018, when we were still engaged. I wrote it and read it to him by phone call. I couldn’t give him any sweet surprise or gifts or anything. I didn’t bake him a cake. I wish I could give him more than this in his next birthdays.