To one, on a birthday:
Of course, no one gives gifts because they have to. Over the years you have, at times, been a comforting presence, making me feel safe and cared for during periods of stress. Someone to hold me and tell me that things will be okay - that is nice to have. Most times of course, you don't want to be in that role. But I have in mind the times that you have played that role. So the gift, as with most interactions between us, is an appreciation of things past. I know that you enjoy eating. It is just food. Please have a good time with it. :)
This just makes me want to write similar notes to other people.
Being with you, is unreal. Because my memories of being with you start so many years ago. With spaces of years between memories.
Thank you for holding me, when I didn't know what to say about us.
And it's totally cool that you never want to talk about... things we felt but didn't essay. I remember those things, in celebration. Always.