Happy Birthday to My Girl

Today is my g's birthday. "Welcome to 23." (I am a little older than her.)
She is very adorable and extremely lovely. For two years, she has been with me. And I thank her for that, being an ideal partner. Though it is not a long time. In fact, I feel it is just a flash of a minute. But my memory is fully loaded with sweet moments with her.
The first ever kiss with a girl in my life. The first ever lasting feeling that love is there for me. The first ever realization that I have complete faith in another human being without any restriction. But there is also "down" moment, fortunately or unfortunately. Fighting because of misunderstanding is a heartfelt frustration. And our main problem is that why there should be so little time we can enjoy each other's company. As a matter of fact, we have spent a lot of time together. We meet each other every other evening and almost all the weekends. But the desire to have her at my side seems insatiable. We talk. We laugh. We tease. We hug. We do a whole lot of things together. Oh, we love a particular park where the scene is natural with water, flowers, trees, birds and bamboos. We usually go there, reading books or just talking leisurely. The place is quiet though many people are there. Maybe it's because the park is so large.
It seems that loving memory is everywhere. I am the happiest man in the world.
I hope she is the happiest woman ever. But I am not 100 percent sure. What I am sure is that I will help her realize her dream and make myself the man I want to be. I am still a young guy with a lot of potential. I have a lot to prove.
I love, but I haven't proved enough. I only need time.
I believe, like Mr. Farber, that love needs proof. I will provide the proof.

I am waiting for her now. She will be with me soon. We will celebrate her big day.
All for now.