𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙣

𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Saturn
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I had to admit it, I was a terrible gift-giver.

Not because I was not thoughtful or didn't enjoy giving people gifts, but because I was one of the most forgetful humans on the planet. A true space head, my brother used to call me. Oftentimes holidays would sneak up on me to the point where I wouldn't notice them until it was too late.

However, I would not let this be the case for Calvin's birthday.

I had been preparing my gift in secret for months now. It appeared that Calvin wasn't the only one who was good at keeping things hidden. Not once had he caught me writing, sealing envelopes, or stamping them with a pink lipstick kiss.

That's right. I was finally writing Calvin letters.

The night before his birthday, I had written the final one of my collection. At the top of the envelope, it read "Open on your birthday". I could hardly wait for him to read them all.

Calvin did not wake me with a good morning kiss on the day of his birthday, but I forgave him as I heard the shower running. When he emerged from the bathroom with his little white towel, I forgave him all over again. In fact, every inch of me was thanking him.

He climbed onto me eagerly, placing a few quick kisses on my lips. "There's my birthday boy," I said softly, "how come you're the one giving me a gift?"

Calvin furrowed his brow. I glanced down at his towel. "Ohh," He smirked, "yes, you're quite welcome. Although I found the best gift of all lying in my bed just now."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes, love," Calvin confirmed. He had become so sweet after spending so much time with me. I adored it.

"Speaking of gifts, I have something for you," I said, "I know I'm usually terrible at remembering things like this, but I came prepared today. It's not much but..." I trailed off.

"I'm sure anything you came up with will be perfect," Calvin assured me. I reached down into my school bag and withdrew the letter. "What's this?" he mused as I handed it over.

"I think you already know," I replied, "I thought it was about time I wrote back to you."

Calvin's expression softened. He pulled me in for a long kiss. "So thoughtful, my darling," He murmured.

"There's more of them too," I said, "but read this one first."

"Alright, whatever you say," Calvin agreed. He tore open the envelope and I couldn't help but read over his shoulder.

Dear Calvin.

I've never written a letter before. I tried to, once, when you went away. Before I knew that Eric wasn't allowed to deliver you mail. After writing two words, Dear and Calvin, I could not continue as the paper was too wet with my tears and it began to rip. Oh well, better late than never, right?

For your birthday, I have compiled a collection of letters for you to read during any time you may need a little extra love. This is the first of the set, of course. And its purpose is to wish you a very happy birthday and remind you of all the reasons why I'm so lucky you're mine.

First, you are the most genuine man I have ever met. Although our journey with trust has been a long one, I can now say that there is no person in this world that I have more faith in than you. You have seen me near my lowest point, and I have seen you at yours. I have watched you battle your commitment with such strength and resilience. I am confident that going forward together, we will never fail to have open, pure communication.