Stories and Prose (Translated)

I love you.

I love your birthday... that very day fate decided I would know the grace of time spent with you.

I cherish your birthday... that very day you tumbled into this world, all clumsy and wonderstruck.

I am proud of your birthday... that very day you arrived with a heart so fierce it could say, "I lived before I die"— what a magnificent thing to carry into existence.

I despise your birthday... that very day you were born to suffer through this world, only for a little while.

But then again,
I love you.
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