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Happy Birthday HB

I've often written about my many ups and downs, highs and lows, crazy and sane moments here on this website.

What most of you may not know is that the reason there are ups and highs and sane moments is because of the funniest, smartest, most caring, most rational, most patient person in the world.

These days, much of his time is spent finding the perfect place to eat, sleep and beach for one very particular and mind-changing Gemini. And he has succeeded as only a Virgo can.

As today is his birthday, I hope that all he'll have to worry about is what time he has to get out of the bed to go to dinner.

We have now spent 11 of his birthdays together, although he will remind me that on his 20th birthday I was too busy flitting around for frosh week to actually KNOW it was his but still, I was there in spirit.

The next 10 have been filled with succulent dinners and exciting escapes and presents that went well (massages) and presents that were more on the peculiar side (a mixed tape?????).

There have been local birthdays - big blowouts in Toronto - and not so local - his 30th in Gimhae. There have been parties - that night at Rileys - and quite moments - that one in Belfast - and general surprises - that one in Gimhae.

While I've enjoyed all these parts of his birthday, my favourite part is how I get to tell him how much he means to me, how much I need him and how I'm not quite sure where I would be in the world today if it was not for his constant companionship always beside me.

Happy Birthday, HB

love always
SB

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