Happy birthday, Sarala. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, whether you believe it or not, and whether you care or not. I’ve said it many times, to many people-but I’ll say it again. Over and over until my death, when I am finally released from you, and fulfill the promise I made to you all those years ago………

I am glad you were born. If you ever feel like you wish you weren’t even ever born, just know that there’s a guy here in a corner of the earth who thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen-no matter how you see yourself

I don’t know if I’ll ever get to see your face again-fuck I don’t even know if you’ll get this-but that won’t stop me

I’ll do what I have to and fight through a thousand people to either get to you-or die trying

A couple days ago I finally got started on my arm tattoos that I have a plan with-to cover my entire arms-and I stared with these birds(one on each arm) and will grow it out from there over the coming weeks/months once I take time to sit down and really think about what I want, although I have a decent idea currently, I want to refine it more

But I’m starting with these, from a picture/drawing/painting you made for me 15 or so years ago

They aren’t complete yet, still need more shading/color

I love you deeply, and truly

Always be safe

Sweet dreams, sweet girl