Dear Melinda,
I feel as though your card was insufficient in explaining how much you mean to me, so in the last few hours of your real birthday, I’ll Tumblr you a post because I don’t want it to be known on Facebook that I have feelings.
So. Happy birthday Melinda, I really hope it was amazing. No trip to SF this year, no Asian cake or movie or shutting me on BART, but I hope our little dinner was fun enough to make up for it. You are one of the most kind, intelligent, beautiful, and funny people that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and befriending, and I intend to keep you around for longer, regardless of your opinion on the matter. I want you to know that even when you feel defeated, when you feel as though you’re not good enough, as if you’re inadequate in any way, that you are amazing, and that I believe in you. I’m glad that you’ve become part of the family (proven by the fact that you constantly put up with me) and I hope you know you’re always, always, welcome here at home.
With love.
