September 14th, the day of my birth, never held much meaning to me. I never really cared for it. It was a day, just like any other. Until I met you, on the day that meant nothing to me. Now that day has a different meaning.. It isn't just another day anymore. It's the day that I was bestowed with such a blessing, a very undeserved blessing. Little by little, I learned about you. What you loved, what you hated, what you were interested in.. You were genuinely interested in me, wanting to know everything about me, just as I wanted with you. You loved me for who I am. Even then, I never understood why because all I saw were the bad things in myself. Each day was an adventure that I looked forward to. There was never a dull moment when I was with you. As days passed, I never realized just how happy I was, how much your company meant to me until the days that I was left alone. Days I wanted your attention but couldn't have it. They dragged out excruciatingly slowly.. almost as if time itself had stopped. You were my motivation to continue. I had a goal, a future to look forward to. A dream to chase.. That dream was to marry you, to start a family and to love you until the day that I died. It’s still a dream that I want to make come true. It’s the only dream that I have.