the wrong end of the telescope

You, oh Mik. Happy Birthday. I hope it was every bit as great as you deserve, darling girl, because you deserve all the good things ever. I'm stupidly sleepy after yesterday's ordeal, but I couldn't let today go by without saying anything.

See, you were one of the first people I found, on here. I wrote you a dumb little ficlet and you friended me and we kept talking and talking. You've sent me letters that never fail to arrive exactly at the opportune moment, as my favorite pirate captain would put it, and you've written me stories, and you--Anne of Green Gables would call it kindred spirits, you know? Which is remarkable and I feel so lucky that I found you. Your stories, the way you think, the way you are. So much love.

Due to Recent Events, the story I'm writing for you isn't quite finished, but it includes things I think you will like, and I wish it was done so I could give it to you properly. Instead, well.

( and in the end the love you make is equal to )