[[sort of in reply, but more inspired by than following on I guess...Hm. Although it sure as hell could follow on *shuts up* Just had to start writing really.]]

I can't believe we're actually here and it's the morning already. I try my hardest to ignore him moving around next to me clearly awake and wanting me to wake up as well.

He pulls the blanket over my head and I look at him. He's beaming and radiating warmth and love and looks beautiful, young and beautiful. It's time like this when I wonder what the hell he sees in me, why he wants to be with me when surely there is some better looking, younger guy out there...I'm just...30. I guess it's not so bad now but what about when I really am an old man, grey and old and not able to do that much anymore, he'll still be wanting to live. One day he'll realise...

Him asking me whether I want a birthday kiss or not pulls me out of those thoughts and as I feel his weight on me I realise again how lucky I am, and how I'm gonna hold onto him and not let him get away from me. As I 'enjoy' my brithday cake I realise just how stupid my thoughts are. He loves me and he always will regardless, he has done already for a long time.

He makes me feel much, much younger than I am. I always feel about 16 when we're together like this so happy and in love and connected. And I know it'll always be that way...Regardless of how much teasing I receive for being an 'old' man now.