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It’s been 9 years. Almost. It’s a vague thought to think of, sounds clichéd but true. Sounds as though we are old enough. But I have loved you as a friend, as a lover and as a wife. I am in the same awe today as much as I was when I even didn’t know you completely. I loved that fuzzy girl I bumped into one fine day. I loved it when you wept at the drop of a hat those days. I love you now equally for your nakhras. I loved you when I thought I loved you more than I could love myself and I love you more now than you can ever love me.
It’s a lovely feeling to grow old with you. I saw you grow from that gawky teenage girl into a complete woman.
Happy birthday, S.
D
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