March 30th 2015
Today is the first day in a while I haven’t had to check what date it is before writing a post.
Because today is Alice’s 21st birthday.
I should find it easy to write about her, but I don’t. I find it incredibly difficult. Because I always want to make everything perfect for her and I’m worried I can’t find the perfect thing to say, or the perfect way of saying it with the perfect words.
I’ve noticed, however, that I tend to write about her best when I don’t realise I’m doing it. When I found myself planning, or writing my novel, the girl with which my protagonist falls in love is basically Alice. Accidentally, subconsciously, I make my character fall in love with an image of the girl I am in love with, because it is so easy to do so.
Alice is the perfect girl, and I am very much in love with her.
Again, I am struggling to find anything suitable to say to prove this to you, (because now I am writing directly to you), but over the next few decades I promise I will show you how true it is.
Until tomorrow, happy birthday, my love.