With Love, at 25

I'm writing this because I want you to know, really understand someday, that I loved you so much that it happened before you did.

I know you'll be beautiful, and I hope you will know that, too. I work hard everyday for you, I don't want us to be like I was with my own. I want you to have a strong sense of self, a purpose, and to stand up for what is right. I hope you're everything I'd try to instill in you, and better than I can. Understand, that, above everything, I tried my hardest.

Did you know she is afraid of roaches? That she lived in London? She had rendez-vous with men all over the world. She was free, she liked to eat only junk, she hates the gym, she worries about her weight, she loves to shop. She wanted to be President. She dated sons of oil tycoons, dairy product kings, and drunkards. She cried for you, once. I want you to know everything about her, so that you can remember it.

You are the reason I'm alive, and for that, I cannot thank you enough. Ever.