I try, but it will never be good enough.
I have accepted my fate, I will never be good enough.
Everyone around me dies or is sad. Good for me.
I thought it was enough, but it wasn’t. I wish I knew better. I’m so sorry. I really do care. When you told me you thought I didn’t, I got so upset I felt my world crumbling down.
I handwrote you a letter but how do I give it to you now after I wrecked everything:
Dearest love,
Happy 21st birthday. I wanted to give you this letter eariler but I decided to wait till after the celebrations were over. Sorry I’m not good with big gestures. Over the past weeks you have constantly been in my thoughts, and I especially thought about what to do for your birthday.
Everything is happening so fast here and I thought spending time with you and slowing things down would be pretty chill. You figured everything out yourself and invited everyone for your party so all I could do is stand, watch and play a supportive role and see you do your thing, helping you in whatever way I possibly could think of along the way.
You’re older and you’re wiser and you’re cuter than ever. Thank you for bringing everything good into my life and being a good influence on me.
My wish for you is simple. I hope for you to be happy.
I hope you had a great birthday, 4th we’ve spent together and counting. I will be here right by your side love, even if that is all I can give.
Happy 21st Birthday.
I love you,
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Happy Birthday my love. I just want you to be happy.
who will be there with you when it is crunch time? no one besides yourself.
Sometimes I feel afraid.
Faith.
They walk out when you don’t have a plan, when you’re confused and uncertain. They walk out when you are weak. Putting up a strong front is all I can do.
“I want to thank everyone in the stadium. Thanks for your support down through the years.”
- Edwin Van Der Sar
