Backdated to Sunday (cause Kay wouldn't have forgotten)
To my dearest love on his day of birth,
Despite the misfortune of having to spend your birthday looking like someone else, I still wish the best for you on this day and all the days to come. Lucky doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about having met you. It feels more like destiny to me, like fate, kismet. Like something inevitable that not even the cosmos, try as they may, could stop.
The day I met you, when I truly looked into your eyes and saw you for who you really were, I knew that my life was no longer my own. I knew I would never be complete unless you were there beside me, a part of me I didn't know had been missing until you moved to fill it with your love and constant joy.
I live and breathe and bleed and beg, borrow and steal to make you happy. And I will not rest until I've put a smile on that face, so ever deserving, every single day of your life.
Happy Birthday. Your Kay
P.S. Your real birthday gift is forthcoming, as soon as that ridiculously handsome body of yours returns to yourself.