Happy Birthday the wonderful Vicky

I hope you have such an incredible day feeling 22. I adore you so much and i’m so glad I had the pleasure of meeting up with you and that I can openly share my unpopular opinions and ship feels * specifically grey’s* with you because we ship practically 80% of the same thing. You’re hilarious and absolutely lovely and I hope that you have a chilled out day with lots of presents and you play Taylor Swift really loud.

Hold my hand. I’m not holding your hand because you’re not dying. Hold my hand. No. You’re not dying. Did you hear me? You don’t die today.

I love you. Oh… oh, my God. That just came… flying out of my face, like it was some kind of… I love you. I just… did it again! I… I love you. I do. I just… I love you. And I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying so hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it.

I know who she is, and if she’s going through her worst right now, I want to go through it with her. She makes me happier than anything I’ve ever known, and if I can have a part in making her happy again that’s all I want to do. That’s all I want to do for the rest of my life.