gift.

gift; to you

You're probably wondering why I called this book simply, 'gift'. Well, in several ways (including an ironic one), it was simply convenient.

Hiba, from the moment that we met, I knew that one day you'd mean a lot to me. It isn't a feeling I get often and I've only had it twice; you know of my other love, my passion, my sport.

Ever since we met, you've virtually been my rock. You keeo me grounded and I wouldn't be here anymore without you. In many ways, I believe you to be a gift to me, because you are one.

Secondly, even though it isn't enough - because you deserve the world - this book is a part of your birthday present. You're 15; alive, breathing. A gift to my gift.

Isn't it rather ironic that your name is Arabic for 'gift', too? Like you were always meant to be a careful package placed in my hands to cherish forever. And I'll cherish you until the day you get sick of me, I swear upon it.

I love you.
Happy Birthday, Hiba.