Happy Birthday, Love, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any prettier than you already are, but every time I see you, you prove me wrong. I’ve left you ribbons that I picked out myself. I think they would look nice against your blonde hair, especially when the sunlight hits it. Viciously Yours, Nick P.S. I love that you still wear your necklace. I imagine you keeping it on at night when you torture me. I’ll make sure you keep it on when I torture you.
